More {{{{{{}}}}}}} for both Dotty and CutiePie; healing vibes as well.
Glad you’re okay, Rosie, 'cause I was worried about ya too! Gotti, keeping you and your DH in my thoughts - it’ll be unsettling for a while, but you’ll both be okay. Get well thoughts to you too, Mork!
LiLi, your family is still in my thoughts too - you all will be eating more healthy in the long run though–it’s hard to see the bigger picture sometimes. Hugs for you all.
It was a L O N G day today–a co-worker was out and I took on some of their duties. By the time I got home this evening, I had a serious headache and needed to rest quietly. Heh. I don’t want to go in tomorrow, but I slog on! Hmm… it’s hard to know what to say here … one down, two to go? LOL!
Sounds like you’ll have something big to look forward to out East, gotti. Very cool.
Knitting socks is kinda magical. You follow instructions and they shape themselves. Hopefully I won’t mess anything up between now and the end of the toe. And also, I hope the second sock resembles the first one…
I see you’re going to do it. If you were still on the fence, you’d use woulds
I’m still recoverin’ from the flu. I don’t know whether it was piggy or not and don’t care and whomever invented these not-quite-lemony paracetamol and caffeine powders is my hero for now. This is the last week we have French class, I had to do a presentation yesterday and it was my only class, so I went. Hopefully I won’t have passed my bugs around. The presentation had to be about “the environment,” which has been the common thread for all 3 FSL teachers in the last month: I did mine on “environmental management” (ISO14000 type stuff), mentioning New Lanark which got a raised eyebrow and repressed laughter from the teacher. She said she liked the presentation, yeeee! If only I could remember to drop the final consonants that need to be dropped and keep the ones that need to be kept; apparently I do it a lot better when I’m just talking (although then my grammer goes on vacashon) than when I read. Exam on the 18th, I’ve copied the conjugations of several verbs down to study them (we’re only expected to know 5 tenses, which is about twice as many as English has without considering phrasal verbs, even your future is a phrasal).
Today we have translation, assuming that teacher is recovered from her own flu (she’s been off for more than a week), and then translation theory.
After having had to inform a few paternalistic asses that “I. Am. A. Doctor. Thank you. Now start again. From the beginning.” SiL reached the conclusion that first, it’s possible for a woman to be paternalistic and second, it’s best to start by assessing how much do “patient escorts” (parents, spouses, children) know before either shoveling the technical ultramegasupertechnoterms on them or, conversely, treating them like they just sprouted out of a coccoon of light, color and Sesame Street episodes in which nobody dies (because, you know, nowadays that episode would not be considered appropriate for children).
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If you were in California, I’d be able to say with reasonable certainty that it was H1N1. I had a physical two weeks ago, and at that time, my doc said they still weren’t seeing people coming down with non-pork-based flu.
More good thoughts and prayers for LiLi, CutiePie and Dotty. And, for anybody else who wants some. I share. I’m nice like that.
gotti don’t blame ya for takin’ that stuff. So, you gonna bring culture and couthified stuff east, are ya?
Today I have some trainin’. Woo and Hoo. If it’s like usual, we’ll sit around an hour and do nothin’, take a break, go back to trainin’ and maybe have twenty minutes worth in an hour, take a long lunch, go back and sit around for another hour, take a break, go back and have twenty minutes worth of trainin’, take a break, y’all get the picture? Seriously. It may be an hours worth of actual trainin’ in an eight hour day. :rolleyes:
Does your training involve cookies? One of the things I liked about my best employer is that It Had Been Decreed that training must Always include diet-appropriate munchies. The diet-appropriate part means “don’t just open last year’s box of cookies and a bag of MnMs, bring something like cheese cubes and ham cubes too.”
Training should always include munchies, coffee and cocoa, say I.
Busy day today, I have an exam to organise for next month. Somewhere in this building are a bunch of people who want to do some invigilation, and a larger bunch of folks who want to mark exam scripts. They might not know it yet, but they do want to do this stuff. And if they don’t know that they want to do it, they very soon will!
I AM OVERSTOCKED ON BLURF! SPECIAL CLEARANCE SALE, EVERYTHING MUST GO!
So I told the chills they’d better shape up before I lose control, and they have toned down a bit, which is good. (No explanation for the repeated Grease references though; I’ll blame that on delirium.) I’m still alternating between sweating and shivering occasionally though. I was tempted to stay home this morning, but I’d really prefer to leave that option just in case it really wallops me. I can survive the day at work, unpleasant though it will be. Took a few painkillers – not for the toothache, which I have mostly taken care of – but because this creeping cold has invaded my head such that if I cough or do anything strenuous, my head feels like it’s going to split in two.
I’ve been doing what I can to take care of it though. Vitamins, extra sleep, staring at pictures of Orly Taitz on the off chance it’ll turn tail and run from the crazy.
In other news I’ve been tasked with writing more music for another iPhone game. (Same company I wrote music for before; the owner and I have gotten all buddy buddy.) Nothing fancy-shmancy; it’s just a Traffic Jam type game so it doesn’t call for anything epic. Plus, I will grant him this favour, and someday, I will ask a favour of him.
If I’m going to go through the trouble of booking a damned meeting with someone, it would be really nice if said someone would provide an alternate time instead of just declining the bloody meeting because “they won’t be in the office that early”. (Really? 10:30am is EARLY? Because if it is, that sounds like a schedule I’d really enjoy)
Minor irritation, though, because I will officially stop caring as soon as that clock hits 5pm and I flip to vacation mode.
'Ullo, all. Been a bad MMPer, but there it is. Sorry to hear the news re Gnat and others (I did read, but I no longer retain. Sign of age).
I am off to shop for shoes soon. I am in a bit of a funk. I need something and don’t know what it is (watch your mouths, smartasses!). So far, all attempts at scratching the itch have been unsuccessful. Shoe shopping is not in that category–I hate shoe shopping. But compared to others’ issues here, I am small change indeed. I will go whine at various store clerks.
Hey there, rigs. I’ve missed you. I hope your funk lifts soon.
I’m in a bit of a funk myself. I’m just hating this job more and more. Yes, I realize I am very lucky to even have a job, etc., but that doesn’t change how unhappy I am right now. I’m sick to death of the workload, and the unrealistic expectations of this command.
I’m alone, I’ve got forty, yes FORTY, fuckin’ business case analyses to do by tomorrow on whether to hire personnel based on the workload. I got the request yesterday. Nay, not a request; a demand. This, in addition to all my other usual work, several backed up projects and several new projects.
This has all been going on since the 1st of February, so nearly a year. This was an office of four people. My attitude just continually becomes worse, and I don’t like the person I’m becoming because of it. I’m tired of being patient.
To top it all off, my husband called me at 6:20 this morning to say he doesn’t want to go to my sister’s for T-day, and thinks we just do it at home. Um, it’s Tuesday, how the hell am I supposed to find a turkey that will thaw by Thursday?! Grrrrrrr. Additionally, now I’ve got to shop in all that madness for entire T-day meal, two days before the big day. Yeah, that’s smart.:rolleyes:
Bah, sorry to be such a downer. There are folks here with worse problems than me.
We accidentally locked the kitty in the office overnight. The gerbil lives in the office, and she doesn’t know that gerbils are supposed to be diurnal so she runs on her wheel all night. So I close the office door to keep the noise down. I turned on the light and looked for the kitty, but didn’t see her so closed the door. And then heard scratching and crying this morning. Poor kitty.
I have 0 motivation at work today. I’m off for the rest of the week (Woo!) so it’s the pre-vacation thing. Plus, a coworker always lets me borrow his Food Network magazine and just brought in the Christmas edition today so I’m flipping through that. Nothing’s really catching my fancy, but it’s fun to look anyway. The only recipe that appeals to me so far is for a bundt cake ('cause I bought a bundt pan last month that I still haven’t used) from Daisy (the sour cream folks), not an actual Food Network recipe. Oh well.
Sorry you’re in a funk, rigs. Hope it gets better soon.
Sorry you’re still sick, MindDude. Hope it gets better soon.
You’re making much more progress on your sock than I am, gt. I haven’t even finished the ribbing at the ankle. I’m just not really warming up to the double pointed needles. I may stick to scarves a while longer.
I’d offer a hug, rigs, but right now my hugs are all contaminated.
That’s one advantage of having a Mom whose idea of a dialogue is completely one-sided, I called her on Sunday and other than mentioning I was under the weather (which led to a recommendation to “keep some sort of travel-needs bag prepared with things like a thermometer” - I used to have one and Someone Whose Name I Can’t Recall organized everything away, including a passport which has never been found again) I pretty much didn’t get a complete sentence in. She’s happy anyway.
We got the menu for the Lunch at the Castle we’re having as a class activity. It’s the kind of menu that makes me go “urrrrgh, can we find some Italian instead?” They have dish descriptions which almost count as recipes and stupidity such as something “in a tomato jus.” Ergh, that’s for freaking meats, unless you mean it’s raw tomato juice, which most people would consider a drink, not a sauce.
Tell MrTaters that it’s a brilliant idea, and give him the shopping list.
rigs, being in a funk and not knowing how to get out of it is horrible, but you will work it out. And in the meantime we’ll be here to listen and advise on any purchases of shoes. You know shoes are the answer.
We just got the menu for the Lunch at the Castle we’re having as a class activity. It’s the kind of menu that makes me go “urrrrgh, can we find some Italian instead?”
They have dish descriptions which almost count as recipes and stupidity such as something “in a tomato jus.” Ergh, that’s for freaking meats, unless you mean it’s raw tomato juice, which most people would consider a drink, not a sauce. But hey, it’s at the Castle and comes with a visit, so I’ll just hope the portions aren’t smaller than the names.
I had to send my selection back to the organizer, excuse me, organiser, with a question about whether the only dessert which sounds like it may not have alcohol does, in fact, not have alcohol. Apparenly the shinding is “vegetarians, teetotalers and other weirdos please abstain.”
