Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 53 Amurrkin out and foggy. We have a dense fog advisory in effect. Today’s predicted high is 83 and dry. Not too shabby.
Yay for no polyps Tao. Yay also for the trip home.
StickyBuns beds from Sam’s are good. I gots me one in the guest room and it’s comfy.
gigity I think Gannett owns the local newspaper but I can’t remember.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence. Ick.
It took irk computer almost thirty minutes to completely boot up this morning. This is because of all the really stoopid stuff like lotus notes and chatter etc. that must run in the background. GRRRRRRRRRR… I hates this stuff.
On the plus side though, ‘tis quiet and most likely to remain so. This means I can delve into paperirky type stuff. Also, I am awaitin’ apporval on the hire of a new staff person. Always gotta wait on the background stuff to get checked out. Hopefully she will be able to start week after next, which is the start of a new pay period. I NEED somebody who is qualified and she has no hosebeast tendencies as far as I can tell.
Ok, fine. I’ll quit goofin’ off and go to irk. SHEESH! Can’t a bear have any fun.
I realize how petty this may sound in advance… However, if you eat the last Twinkie (and all the ones before that since I don’t eat Twinkies), throw the box away. If you drink the last Diet Coke, throw the box away. If you eat the last of your bag of pita chips, throw the bag away. If you eat the last of the Cheerios, throw the box away. If you use the last Kleenex, throw the box away, etc…
Anyone detect a pattern here? And I’ve tried ignoring them. And I’ve tried piling them on her table. But, here comes trash day and they’re all still sitting wherever they were and I get to throw them all away or they’d still be laying there in 2050. :dubious:
So, in better news, I have a lunch today and then I head to that art gallery to talk about selling my stuff. I’m kinda looking forward to that. And I have no class tonight so I’ll be able to make it to water aerobics!
**Sticky **- in places I’ve worked in the past, if you want to get someone’s attention, you put the document (or whatever) on said individual’s chair… just a thought.
So, guys, is it worth getting a Costco membership for pet staples? With the two kitties, I am now consuming (in the economic sense) a large amount of canned and dry cat food and kitty litter. I’m also going through cat toys. I wouldn’t mind finding some sort of deal on cat furniture, as it’s always about twice as expensive as I think it ought to be. The website doesn’t even list food or litter, and it only had one cat tree. I can get pretty much everything through Amazon, and if I choose to do that, I’ll get an Amazon prime membership to save on shipping.
You don’t recycle??? :rolleyes:
It’s been a depressing 24 hrs of first world problems. Yesterday, I up-ed the thermostat in the car from 60° (the lowest setting) where it’s been since May/June. Today I woke up & needed the loo. Started to pull down the blanket & stopped. Do I *really *need to get out of this nice warm bed? I’m holding on to summer by the tippy tips of my fingers but losing my grip.
Time for a <headdesk> … HR person works in cube across from me. She complains about the cold (???) in here so she has a 1500W space heater in her cube. I just walked by on my way to get my lunch - she’s barefoot!!! :eek:
roo I’m with Rebo on this. In the past when I’ve had critters, I always found good deals on food and stuff at :eek:Wally*World:eek:.
Apes the reason for mid-terms, finals, research papers, copious other assignments and all that there fun skool stuff is to prepare you for life in the real world. By that they mean to get you to grad-yoo-ate as soon as possible by continously makin’ you do such fun stuff as projects, papers, and exams to the point you say, “I gotta get outta here. The real world’s gotta be better than this.” Know what? For the most part the real world is better than that. Then again, though I was a good student, I really had a “get me outta here” attitude all through skool.
I hate prednisone. I woke up this morning with a pounding head and just a touch of the “Bobcat Goldthwait is inside of me and trying to escape” feeling.
On the plus side, I think I can feel most of my foot now. Let’s see how long this lasts.
Anybody else picturin’ gotti sittin’ at a desk gropin’ his foot? No? Just me? I do agree with ya on prednisone though.
I et me a bowl of bean soup (irk beware!) and I feel all warm inside. I believe soup is good for the soul. Or maybe the fact that rumbly tummy is no longer growlin’ at me is what this is. Either way, it’s all good.
Yep. Da bear is bein’ all kinds of a big ol’ meanie pants again. This time it’s because I won’t (read that as can’t cause it’s none of my bidness) call up the VA and explain to ‘em that a participant needs a statement of the gross amount of her ex’s VA check, of which she receives 40%, to prove that she indeed gets just that amount. See, every year one must re-certify to prove one is still eligible. One BIIIIIIIIIIIG thing is income. Thus stuff like copies of W2s, income tax returns, proof of any other kind of income and so forth are required. It’s the participant’s responsibility because, well, it’s that persons income. So, since I won’t (read can’t) do it, I’m "pickin’ on folks just to get us off the program" even though I have nuttin’ to do with re-certification. I just get to be the one that tells 'em that the recert team needs additional information.
The fancy schmancy luncheon wasn’t all that fancy schmancy.
It was very nice: the venue was the clubhouse at Bethpage, the wine was free, the conversation was pleasant enough, and the food was very good (and in a large enough quantity that I have tomorrow’s lunch ready to go). But no big presentation, just a group shot at the end of the meal.
But it’s Appreciation Day,** Swampy**! That’s gotta be worth sumpin’, right?
Cats are collared; finally just used clear duct tape to firmly tape phone numbers onto them so the collars are, you know, USEFUL. So now I feel better about leaving the cats <read: Murphy the little orange escape artist> out in the yard when they don’t want to come in. Like…right now, lol. It’s such a beautiful day out, cool but sunny…don’t blame them for not wanting to come in
Feeling all of my foot is a good thing as it means nerves are back in business, even if only temporarily.
I’ve been a big ol’ mean ogre today as well. Someone put in a request for things that don’t exist and for a service ID that’s not in the proper name format. I rejected their request and they were unhappy.
To make a long story short:
It’s my mainframe and my rules. Kindly go away and learn exactly what you want to do before you damage something.
Know what? For the most part the real world is better than that. Then again, though I was a good student, I really had a “get me outta here” attitude all through skool.