There are four people at work (besides myself) that I rely on to actually get crap done. I found out yesterday that three of them will be out all next week. Next week is going to suck.
My job. You don’t want to hear the details, it’s too ridiculous and depressing. Although it might be good for an “Ask the…” thread…
Edited to add: For example – One of my colleagues told me yesterday that he’s repeatedly seen someone at the edge of the parking lot “yelling” into the woods (not calling anyone, just yelling incoherently). He was not joking!
You have a parking lot? Luxury!
Road construction promises to make my commute home tonight far longer than usual. It is only 15km or so but walking is out of the question. The result is that the usual 20min ride will take at least an hour, and perhaps even two hours.
So in keeping with the Jimmy Buffett theme, and with much respect to Lord Richard Buckley, I plan to be God’s own drunk after I get home. Hope I don’t have to fight Mr. Bear. 
Madame Pepperwinkle’s surgeon has informed us she’s going to need another surgery (her last one was this February) to have reconstruction on her stomach, or she’ll be dead within the next five years. The IRS have let me know they have received my paperwork and are continuing to discuss my audit. My daughter’s fiance had an emotional breakdown over the holiday weekend.
To quote ol’ Porky Pine: Don’t take life too serious. None of us get out of it alive anyhow.
I am at work when I had taken two days off to finish packing for the move on Saturday. I ain’t too happy about that!
Interesting to turn to The Kinks, I think it’s inspired. The depth of their realistic cynicism effectively negates despair–whence desperation when you never had a chance to begin with? In contrast, JB recognizes despair and simply flings a drink in its face. Subtle difference, but significant when the topic is griping.
Ended up going to bed last night with 4 oreos and a small glass of milk in my tummy. Got home from work with the idea of grillin some brats, smashing up some taters and chasing it all with half a dozen Harps while watching Samwise Gamgee simply walk into Mordor, but the dog was sick and needed me to take him to the vet. Frikkin kennel cough–looks like I get to clean vomit stains out of the carpets this weekend instead of cleaning & painting the engine bay on the project. Blah! Monday can’t come soon enough.
I’ve been in active labor for 3 days now and this baby won’t come out. I was 2cm dilated and 50%effaced on Tuesday. She stripped my membranes in the office and scheduled me for an induction for next Wednesday. The OB told me to stay home and wait unless my water breaks or my contractions become unbearable. I am tired of waiting. I’m due Saturday. It hurts to walk because she is pushing on my sciatic. I keep peeing on myself because she is pushing on my bladder. I can’t eat very much because she is pushing on my stomach.
You are, of course correct. But I really Do need to cut down my expenses.
So, if the phone doesn’t ring, its me. 
I solved that problem with sitz baths. LOTS of them.
This space reserved for handicapped superheroes.
(looks like a cape to me!)
Or handicapped people who really gotta pee!
Are you shitting me?!?!? “Bad form” doesn’t begin to describe it. And “all-meat” doesn’t begin to compensate for it. Wow.