So Snowmaggedon has descended upon us (love that expression, MamaTigs! thanks for passing it along). For the past two hours, everything outside the office windows is a vast expanse of white - white sky, white snow, white trees, white streets. It’s actually quite pretty from indoors, but it’ll probably be most unpleasant once I step outside… and at least there’s no ice for us, which is something I’m ever so thankful for.
Obviously, most people opted to work from home today, and I don’t blame them - it’s not like much work is being done today, since ev. I think they’re considering rescheduling our team luncheon today, since half the people aren’t here… and the ones that did make it in don’t seem particularly interested in slogging through this mess, regardless of the fact that there’s free food on the other end.
{{rigs}} Your MIL must be one of the most unpleasant people I’ve ever heard about. You’re a saint just for putting up with her crap (and FIL is either a saint or just a ginormous dumbass for having put up with her on a daily basis for all the time they’ve been married).
In other news, I’m going to kill my PMO. He decided to call it a day at noon and his out of office says he won’t be checking his email again until Jan 5th… except I have a file that we wanted to send to the team in Israel so that they could complete while we’re all away for the holidays (for once, this whole cross-cultural thing works in our favour… yay!).
He KNEW I was sending the file today, and that it was extremely urgent to send it out as soon as he received it.
So did he give me a heads up that he’d be working a short day? Noooo.
Did he give a backup name in his out of office? Nuh uh.
And can I send the file to anyone BUT that goddamn irresponsible project manager? N to the O.
AAAARGH. I hate it when politics get in the way of getting shit done (which, by the way, seems to be the primary purpose of our project managers lately… I’m renaming their dept to “Bottleneck Central”)
rigs, your MiL needs to slapped upside the head with a frozen king salmon.
Mama Tigs, ouchie, ouchie, ouchie! I hope your toe feels better soon!
It is a frozen winter wonderland here. I checked the DOT cameras, and the main highways around here look somewhat bare, but my neighborhood is completely white and buried under about six or eight inches of snow.
I am soooooo glad today is my RDO. The stoopit hospital did not curtail ops and is still showing delayed reporting for 8:00 am today.
Smartie, I’m sorry your daughter is not feeling well. Hope she gets better soon.
Hugs to Pie!
Hmmm, I’m sure there’s much more to address, but I can’t remember it all.
We’re supposed to go Christmas shopping today. Should be interesting.
MomTigs, I can sorta empathize about your tootsie. About a year ago, the pinkie in my right hand felt like I had the worst hangnail in the world, but the hangnail wasn’t there, and the pain soon went from annoying to troubling.
I finally amassed the implements of destruction I had on hand to get rid of the ‘hangnail’ once and for all. I still couln’t find it, so I pulled the side of my finger down and away from the nail, hoping to find it ingrown. We-e-e-ell, no ingrown hangnail, but the gout of pus that projectile shot out from underneath the nail made me jump a bit out of surprise. I cleaned off my desk, felt some pain and relief at the same time, and I tried it again. Another glob, this time with complete relief and no further problems.
It was exceedingly cool and uber-disgusting all at once. If only I could post this in the now closed classic zit-popping thread.
I wish you could do the same thing to end your torture.
Trust me, so do I, Bobbio. But even when the doctor lanced it with a scalpel, she barely got any pus at all out of it. This is one of those nasty swollen-type infections, not the nasty pus-type infections. I usually get little pus-type infections on that side of that nail when it gets a bit ingrown, but this time it went straight from fine to massively infected in about 24 hours. I’m still not sure what if anything caused it other than bad karma. Or maybe bad phlogistons. :dubious:
Anyway, Papa Tigs is on his way home, so I plan to go to bed early (assuming his flight gets out of Dallas on something approaching schedule) and sleep late tomorrow. Although I may go take a nap right now; I’m falling asleep over my keyboard, and even two cups of wakethehellup (TM Bobbio) haven’t made a dent in it. It’s hard to get any work done when the ol’ eyes drift shut and the mind floats off to Never Never Land, y’know?
It’s cold and rainy today. Lots of people are working from home or started their vacations today, so it’s quiet. Except for all the phone calls. I didn’t realize my co-worker received so many odd calls! I guess, when in doubt, send them to HR.
In the TMI spirit, I’m getting a cold sore on the tip of my nose. It doesn’t look too bad right now, but in a few days, it’s going to look like a really nasty booger. I haven’t had one on the outside of my nose before. Inside the nose is **very **painful (and every more boogery looking). At least the virus hasn’t migrated to my eyes. Yet.
I rest my case. From now on, if I mention MIL, we must say boooo and hiss. And the girlbit spelunking phrase has made my day. I can’t even read it without smiling. I had the nicest US tech, ever–she’s been doing it for 30 years. The mammo lady was all bent outta shape (oops–truly didn’t intend the pun) because I didn’t bring in the films from my first mammo–15 years ago. I am not even sure WHERE I had it done. I have the report from it: normal breasts (well, normal as in divinely fair and luscious scoops of feminine delight, but medical terminology is so dry, no?).
You crack me up.
Hugs to all who need them. Have you tried soaking your foot in Epsom salt/blood heat water,** Tigs**?
School was canceled for both boys. Which is just as well because #2 son has a nasty case of congestion and ear pain. I’d take him in, but he’s just this side of ok. I’m pushing tea and decongestants and giving him the lecture of “if only he’d blow his nose, this wouldn’t happen as badly.” about 3x/day. I’m nice like that.
I spent about 20 minutes chipping ice off my car prior to driving it. I got gas because after the weird ass thaw today, tomorrow night it’s supposed to be -15 windchill. Right now standing WATER and water under ice is the problem on the roads. The ice is at least an inch thick(probably 2), but floating on a thin sheet of water, and then covered with an inch of sleety slushy snow. It’s ugly out there (for travel, for looking and walking in the woods, it’s freaking gorgeous!).
I have uploaded the new Snow Patrol CD to my Nano and am about to tackle the driveway. Methinks this will be a helluva upper body workout.
Oh, yes, Rigs, even before the doctor ordered me to, I was soaking twice a day in lukewarm water. And eating yogurt, which is important with this antibiotic so I don’t get annoyingly itchy girlybits like I have every other time I’ve ever taken it. Plus I have a script if that does happen. And elevating it as much as I can, although that’s difficult when I’m working – but it is a good excuse to either crawl in bed or lounge in the recliner.
It sounds like you guys in snow country are really getting it. A friend in the western suburbs of Chicago said it stopped snowing there a little while ago, but of course that’s just when all the work starts. Better you than me! What I wish I could have seen was the 5" of snow they got yesterday in Malibu. That’s right, the rich & famous had to have their gardeners shovel snow! :eek: I cannot even begin to imagine how much everyone there was freaking out. Although it’s quite entertaining to try.
I am getting absolutely nothing done, and I’m getting really pissed off at myself. I drank coffee. I ate chocolate. I took my nice drugs (mmm, drugs ). I’m feeling fairly decent right now as long as I just sit here, but motivation to get work done? Does not exist. Phooey. It’s not like this job is hard; it’s mostly just boring, since about every minute the attorney stops and shuffles through a big stack of papers for a minute or so, then gets an exhibit marked, then hands it to the witness who promptly sits there and reads it for another minute or so. But never quite long enough to get any useful knitting done, and I hate putting down my knitting mid-row because I end up dropping stitches. Not that I have much motivation to knit, either, which definitely tells you I’m nowhere near myself. It’s looking more and more like SIL will be getting her Christmas present a bit late. But I want it to be done right, so what can I do?
Glad to put a smile on your face, Rigs, you need it! I don’t think we’ll have any trouble getting boos and attendant hisses out of this audience whenever the MIL-Witch is mentioned. LordEE, what a piece of work–bless her heart! Oh, and awesomely appropriate choice of soundtrack for your shovelling!
Oooh, Keflex is teh evil, Tigs, I tried to take that stuff once and it tied my stomach into a raging knot of pain before causing me to spew red white and blue. I’m kinda intolerant to a lot of the newer big gun antibiotics, which is why I try not to use any antibiotic unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’ll stick with Amoxicillin and Ampicillin for everything possible and hope like hell I’m never in a situation where I don’t have a choice about taking the heavy duty shit. So, maybe after it’s all better you could just post a picture of your toe with a lemon on it just 'cuz?
So, earlier we had snow falling AND blue sky–WTF is going on up here, anyway? It was pretty, but what a headscratcher…
We got 59 minutes today - yay for early dismissal! Unfortunately, **FCD **had to sit thru a VTC from their head office which, he said, was just like many messages he’s heard over the years. Anyway, that delayed me a little, but not much.
My stoopit CD drive is hosed. It’ll play music but it won’t read a CD. I am not pleased and I have no idea how to make it work. I’m thinking about posting in GQ to get some suggestions.
As soon as I get up tomorrow, I’m taking off for Mom’s - hope I have better luck fixing her computer.
I blame snowbunny for the ooblech coming out if the sky. She couldn’t keep it all in her state on her mountain???
The drive home wasn’t too bad - I just stayed in the grooves created by the tires of the cars in front of me. What I had a terrifying time with was the “patio” tile between the building door and the sidewalk along which my car was parked. The tiles are slippery enough in dry weather. by the time I left at 4-ish the snow had changed to sleet and the halfarsed shovelling left a sheet of water that was rapidly turning to ice. I asked one of the security guys t walk me out to my car. I think I made a dent in his arm holding it s tightly.
I freakin’ hate this weather
I wouldn’t have sent it to you, rosie. Honest. We need it ourselves. (And it’s supposed to snow pretty much every day for the next week. It may have started late but it’s making up for lost time!)
Sleet and ice are horrid. Been there, done that. You will hate that up here it tends to be pretty much just snow. Of course things get icy, but at least we don’t have it falling out of the sky…
Howdy Y’all! I am awaitin’ the arrival of ol’ y’all know who. Then we are goin’ out. This is a sorta impromptu gatherin’ of his office crew, or as he says, “the ones I can stand.”
Anywho, the gathering is at a local restaurant that’s really pretty good. I promised that I’d act as designated driver so he could get himself a snootfull if’n he wants. Really, it should be fun. The place has fantastic appetizers that truly make a meal. Thus, I’ll be content to quaff one or two beerverages and nosh on goodies while he enjoys adult type beverages. I’m all nice like that dammit! It’s a genetic character flaw, so I can’t help it.
I have not done sump’n like this in ages. I predict a midnightish or later stayin’ out. Oh well, I lurve the critter, so I guess I can do this just for him.
Every year, the local VFD drives with lights and sirens and Santa on the truck. The kids were all excited because they got to see it just before they hit the road.
I remember when we first moved in here, just after dark there was this gawd-awful noise of sirens that didn’t subside. Then I saw the flashing lights and noticed Santa. So when I heard the sirens tonight, I knew what it was.
The kids are on the way south. They have instructions to message us at every state line so we can track their progress. They expect to hit their destination by about 9 tomorrow morning. Wonder how much sleep I’ll get tonight as I fret… I hate it when they’re on the road. A spare traveling prayer would be appreciated.
I’m having some leftover turkey noodle soup. I make gooooooooood soup - have I even mentioned that? Ice cream to follow.
And besmirch my maidenly virtue and reputation? I think not. Good day, sir.
Off to get #2’s hair cut. And then errands (why, WHY?) and then a memorial service for all the college kids who couldn’t come to Liz’s funeral. Long day ahead.
I’m just being a slug-about. I’ve put a few more ornaments on the tree. At this rate, Christmas will be over before I get it done. I just don’t feel Christmas-y.
In case anyone’s curious, lots of vodka and soda on an empty stomach is NOT a good idea. I have vague memories of The Opera Diva’s BF doing a softshoe shuffle whilst singing one of his new songs (he used to be the Canadian version of Brian Setzer), and one of the lesbians passing my friend D a love note on a $20 bill (to make D’s BF jealous).
I really hope no one took any photos. Drinking is bad, kids… stick to drugs.
We decided last night that it was time to start decorating the house and tree and baking cookies. We’ve had the tree indoors for a few days to see how the 8 month old cats would behave with it and so far they’ve showed absolutely no interest in it, probably because they’re always surrounded by trees to climb. That may change once there are bright shiny objects to attack. At one point I looked up and my partner was putting the lights on the tree, all five animals were curled up in front of the fire and I was in the kitchen baking cookies with Christmas music on in the background. It was like Currier and Ives meets the aging hippies.
But I want it to be done right, so what can I do?
