Hi there. It’s a slow day here at work. I’m milking two hours worth of work until lunch time. And I’m so sleepy! I ate cereal for breakfast, with sugar. Knocks me right out.
Happy Hump Day, all!
<snerk> Rebo said Hump! <snerk>
-swampbear (who feels this MMP is severly lacking in juvenileosity thus far)
Mmhm. Stephenson strikes me as the type who does his homework. Also, a very close friend of mine is reading the books now also, and she’s the biggest British history nut you’ll ever see. If she had noticed any significant historical inaccuracy, she would have mentioned it to me already. As soon as I’m done I plan on reading some biographical information on the real people featured in the novels to give it some greater historical context, and also to figure out what events Stephenson invented and what actually happened.
gt, thanks for your concern. I did talk to that physicist last Friday, at which point he said he would contact my current supervisor. So far, I’ve heard nothing. I may go bug him today.
Busybodies are annoying. I don’t understand people who are more occupied with their coworkers than with their job. If you really don’t like your job that much, spend that time finding another one instead of making your coworkers miserable.
And now, a pun.
Morning! It’s still morning. Didn’t we vote last week to stop having mornings?
I’m working, but not until 10. Since I was all busy yesterday, I think I’ll lie around eating cookies and drinking tea until work. Quasi-Daughter didn’t make it down last night, so she’s supposed to be coming over quite soon. Really soon. I have a private conviction that she sits staring at her clock until her purported arrival time, and then runs around panicking. “I’m late! Oohh, I’m late! It’s not my fault!”
It’s really funny. She almost always calls five minutes after she was supposed to be somewhere to say that she’s definitely on her way.
She puts up with my irritating habits, too. Not that I have any.
Shut up!
Time to commence lounging.
Ya know, that’d be right about the time I’d flip the circuit breaker and lock the door to the basement…just for a little while. 
I been in a meetin all morning. That’s a rare thing for me. Also my back is killing me. Actually it is the right lumbar muscle (I think). Feels like someone’s jabbing it with an ice pick. 
spats, an all time low.
bumba, pics! We need wedding pics!
It is still sub-zero here at my cube. I complained. I am wearing winter clothes and I’m still freezing. 
The bigwigs aren’t here yet and they promised to buy us lunch and I’m hungry! Waaaaaaa!
Work? What’s that? I had a big project that lasted from February to mid-May and now, nothing. I told my boss and she just laughed and told me to enjoy it. Sigh. I hate having nothing to do all day. Surfing the internet and reading the Dope are enjoyable activities, but 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, it gets a little stale after a while. For variety, I play free games and sometimes I bring my current knitting or crochet project in, so I can at least feel like I did something today. If I work at it, I can stretch each day’s “work” out to about 15 minutes. I’ve asked all the people I support if they need help and gotten back a chorus of “No, thank yous” and a couple of 5 minute projects. I’ve asked other departments if they need help, those who are always complaining about being swamped, “No, it’s not that busy right now.” Deeper sigh. I’d look for another job but this always happens. I’m busy for a year or so, get everything running the way it ought to, and then it runs itself with minimal maintenance from me. When I leave, it inevitably falls apart and requires 2 people to do that job. But I though I never did anything. How does that work?
I guess all of the people who told me over the years that, as much as they like having me for an assistant (with the glowing reviews to match), I should really go back to school are probably right. And hey, I’m having this brainstorm in June, so there’s time to register for fall. I certainly have time to study and do homework during the day!
My recipes are at home, so I’ll either post them tonight or bring them in to work (ha) tomorrow to post.
Wow, that sounded really whiny. Sorry.
Mika if they promised lunch and they ain’t there to make it good, that’s whinin’ material. So, whine away!
Jahd (I like that!) go back to school. I mean if you have an opportunity to do that and to study while at work (and that’s productive), why not? So, whacha goin’ to school to study this fall?
And now, in the very naughty and somewhat juvenile dessert department, I bring you the… :: drumroll ::
Strawberry Shortcakedonut!
Take one cake donut. Scoop ice cream on top of it. Spoon strawberries over ice cream. Optional: Dump whipped cream all over it. Eat with spoon. Or hands, but only if no one’s looking.
That’s the dessert we just now invented in the break room. We are geniuses!!! (geniusi?)
I’m tired, no make that totally drained.
A lot of work building up to the outing yesterday, then a busy, LONG day yesterday, followed by an 8 am meeting today.
I’m doing nothing at all productive today…well, maybe a couple things, but only under protest, and I’m scootinig from here ASAP.
When I get home, it’s nap-time.
Oh, and mika…I just had lunch. 
My arteries, upon my reading this, have staged a revolt. They’ve set up a rebel headquarters in my left thigh, and my spleen and liver have joined them. My spies in the peripheral nervous system tell me they’re planning a full frontal assault at nightfall. I’m going to have to convince Switzerlungs to join the fight if I want any hope of victory. Thanks a lot, swampy.
Hello everybody. I just did one of them ‘vanity searches’ to see if anybody had been talking about me, and I was listed as one of the cool kids who may be on the verge of loosing my coolocity. So, here I am. Am I cool again?
Warning - The next part of this post is sad and relatively whiney. Proceed at your own risk.
I haven’t been around much recently for a bunch of reasons: work has been stupid busy, and I keep getting behind because I’ve been flying back to the east coast a lot to see my father, who was battling cancer and a bunch of other stuff. Unfortunately, his liver (and other things, but mostly his liver) decided that it’d had enough, and he passed away on May 17th. Being just a kid of 29 years old, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with. Since I got back after the funeral, I’ve been working 7 days a week, around 10 or more hours a day just trying to get caught up. I’m kind of running out of steam. But, life goes on, and people keep coming to the theatre, so I’ve got to keep things moving. I should be able to take some time for myself in mid July, so I’ve got that going for me.
Anyway, I’m beginning to be back on the boards, and I promise my next post will be filled with juvenileosity.
{{{'tool}}} I’m so sorry for your loss. I was almost 50 when my father died and it wasn’t easy then either. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. Oh, and of course you’re still a cool kid. It’s kind of like a cult. Once you’re enrolled, you’re a cool kid forever. Even if you denounce your cool kidness, we have you on our rolls.
I wonder if Mika’s had lunch yet?
lightingtool, I’m so sorry to read about this. Please accept my sincere condolences. It’s hard no matter how old you are.
mika, hope you’re eating lunch. I am. I’m having a salad made with romaine lettuce, bell pepper slices, cukes, maters, peas, a little chopped berled egg, and a little cheddar cheese. No dressing. The dressing here sucks. Oh, to accompany my salad, I’ve got a couple snack sized caramel rice cakes.
Today is the last day of school for my kiddos. Lucky them. Of course, I’ll be loading them up with to-do lists from here to eternity. You don’t think I’m going to let them sit on their heinies the ENTIRE summer do you? I’m such a mean mommy.
That’s all I’ve got for now.
tool, that’s rotten, I’m sorry for your loss. I was close to your age when my dad died (32), and I don’t think there’s ever a good age to be at for that.
I think I still have mika’s address from one of the gift exchanges, I’ll drop a coupon for a BK or KFC or something in the mail. Hang on pal, we’re gonna get you fed!!!
I’m so sorry, tool. My folks are very elderly and fading fast. It’s depressing as all hell. Please take care of yourself.
I am sorry for your loss, lightning tool .
I just got off the phone with a rude tech support guy. My Macbook froze (again)–first time I called, I got the nicest guy–that was awhile ago, but today it was Mr I’m Bored With Helping Idiots With Computers Tone of Voice. argh.
Speaking of bad news–my FIL has been diagnosed with lung CA. He didn’t smoke, but his wife did for 30+ years-and never so much as opened a window…
I am so completely stressed out by everything that is going on here, that I am not good company. The kitchen, grad school, marriage, work and kids–plus FIL. There is no part of my life at present that is smooth or fun, so I’m outta here for a bit until I can be fun again.
I will accept pleads for me to stay, if genuine… 
Don’t go Rigs. You need us to commiserate when everything’s being mean. Besides, you owe us pics of your kitchen when it’s done, so you can’t leave now. I’m so sorry about your FIL. I’ll keep him (and the rest of ya) in my thoughts and prayers.
Rigs, don’t go. You know we’re all here to offer a cyber shoulder or sympathetic ear. We all go through rough periods in our lives and it’s nice to know there are a group of people willing to let us vent, and who, will offer advice, if solicited. I am sorry you’re going through all of this.
rigs, dear, when Mr. Anachi had his heart attack last summer it was the cool kids who helped me keep my sense of humor and stay on an even keel. Nothing you say can be held against you in a court of law, and we’re nice, dammit! Just ask fcm. 