This morning can go blurf it self. Had a fight with my sweetie last night/this morning. We made up but I am still feeling out of sorts and not at all professional-like enough to be at work.
The closer I get to vacation the more I don’t want to go and am feeling trapped. I just realized that if things get ugly up there we wont have a car to drive our selves home early. We are driving up with my Dad in his car and leaving him to drive himself is not an option as he won’t come and my mom really wants him there.
Hugs to **Drae and Drae Kitty **and happy belated **Dimmy **Day.
Just discovered that two of my Facebook friends are cousins. Cool stuff.
I’ll try to get down to the secondhand store today and look for some new clothes. Ha, I just realized that’s a bit of a contradiction. Well, new-to-me clothes anyway.
Mom’s still in the hospital. I’m not sure in which direction life will be taking any of us. At least I still have work to go to. And music. And YouTube videos and Twitter and what have you. And the SDMB.
I drank too much caffeine at work yesterday. Good times.
And blurf again. Chateau Pepperwinkle remains without a/c, so being at work is a mixed blessing. Today the repairman brings the new motor, so it may be up and running by the time I get back.
The ditch and the hill are mowed, so I’m happy now. And I’m showered and dressed well enough to go to the post office a little later, so there’s that.
It’s 82° at the moment, with 473% humidity. The grass was wet, so mowing was a slippery endeavor. I kept reminding myself: “If you fall, let go of the handle!!” Don’t wanna risk having a foot go into a spinning blade. :eek: But no falling, no amputatioin, minimal bug bites. Huzzah!
For the moment, I’m having a cold drink and taking a break. I’m still sweating, even after a cool shower, even with the a/c and fan on. I’m guessing my temp rose a bit out there. Once I’ve cooled off, I can work up a sweat again when I vacuum, then spot clean, the carpets. And I need to empty the dishwasher, and stencil a few towels, and tidy up the disaster that the house is becoming. Obviously my Housekeeping Fairy is a slacker.
Spending a day sat in being bored, waiting for it to cool down so’s I can go cut the grass. If I do it now, I’ll last about 30 seconds before I turn into a little soggy puddle, and have to be brought home in a bucket.
This is England!
We’re supposed to be complaining about the lack of sun, not there being too much of it! :mad:
This morning, a company-wide e-mail went out regarding our flex-time policy–what times it is acceptable to come in, the minimum hours-per-day you must work, etc. I mostly ignored it because I come in when I’m supposed to and leave when I’m supposed to. I know how this works, and since I’m the only person in my department without kids, I’m also the only person who can reliably get here by 8 every morning, which means I am almost always the person who gets to leave by 4:30.
But just now, we received another e-mail. Flip-flops have been banned. If my desk wasn’t attached to the floor, I’d flip it and walk out.
Get a doctor’s note stating the only footwear you can walk in, because of bunions, or callouses, or other foot maladies, is flip flops. The downside is you’ll have to wear them year-round
I am considering requesting clarification. For one thing, the email specifically mentioned plastic flip-flops, and all of mine are made of foam and cloth. Also, does it count if they don’t have a thong? I have a few pairs of kitten-heeled mules that are not flip-flops, but they still make the noise. I also have some cloth flat slingbacks that make flippy-floppy noises. Are they acceptable? What’s the rule on peep-toes?
I think I’m just ticked off that the e-mail called flip-flops “unattractive.” I would have been just fine if they’d said unprofessional, but that was just mean.
We only have an hour of leeway–you come in between 8 and 9, and you leave between 4:30 and 5:30. If I could come in at 7 and leave at 3:30, I would do so in a heartbeat.
I have received clarification on the flip-flop fiasco. Cheap plastic flip-flops were the target. My stylish foam wedges are permissible.
I swear to Og, if my co-irker askes me for one more thing that he can and knows how to look up himself I am gonna…gonna…gonna…be really really *really *irritated as opposed to really really annoyed. The difference, is, a keyboard may or maynot be banged on harder than it should be. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG. Ok. I am better.
Well, new-to-me clothes anyway.
