Procedure-ma to Sail's dad.
We have snow. It's a pitiful amount of snow, and it will be changing to rain tomorrow, and of course on Friday the temps are supposed to plummet, thus rendering every wet surface a sheet of glassy ice. Gotta love our "warm" winters. Also? I have a (sinus, I think) headache from hell and I'd like it to either ease up a little or leave, now, thanks.
Grumpy. Need more coffee, which actually won't help, except in keeping me from turning homicidal rather than merely grumpy.
Need more coffee, which actually won't help, except in keeping me from turning homicidal rather than merely grumpy.
This happened even
with
coffee. Whoever made it this morning at the office made it very weak. I'm talking mostly-water-little-dab-of-coffee weak. Grrr.
We have separate pots for people who like real coffee and those who want the watered-down dreck. It goes a long way towards maintaining minimum safe levels of sanity around here.
gotta blame it on somethin'...
We have separate pots for people who like real coffee and those who want the watered-down dreck. It goes a long way towards maintaining minimum safe levels of sanity around here.
We only have one pot. At first I was so glad that
I
didn't have to make it. That emotion changed the moment I took my first sip. After we use up the current coffee in the office I'm ordering Starbucks. Hopefully they can't ruin that.
Well, I've got a job for at least another year. Duke and the Chicago Historical Society signed big-ass contracts, plus there's lots of little contracts that'll keep me working. And all the short-timers who don't like the fact that we work in a shrinking industry can scurry away and leave the work for those of us who love us.
We make the best damned buggy whips in the whole freaking world.
