went to the doctor and got an anti-b prescription. The physician assistant - who's like the last minute go to guy, and is a doctor - is very mysterious and inscrutable. He took my temp and didn't tell me if I had a temp or not. I can tell he thinks I talk too much. I've seen him 3 times in the past 2 months and he totally never remembers me. But I like him anyway, which is funny.
I don't know if this is a frivolous use of anti-b's but if it shortens this cold up I don't care. I hope it's not frivolous.
I'm back. I know, you didn't know I was gone. I skipped 2000 messages. The sky is blue. The brain is asleep. The dog howls at midnight.
One would think, yeah. But then she's from Korea, and I have no idea what the norm is there. (Though, I suspect calling in sick because you slept late is a no-no in any culture.)
Well, is the office an hour further away today than it was when she took the job? That's the only norm that should be a factor here.
(Though, I suspect calling in sick because you slept late is a no-no in any culture.)
Yeah, I can't really picture a society where "Sorry, I overslept" is a good excuse to skip work. (But if anyone knows of one, please let me know so that I can move there.)
From what I've heard about south American countries like Brazil, time is approached in a much more fluid manner there.
I had a job at college where I asked the boss if I could go home because I had a hangover. He was fine with it.
It was my first ever hangover too.
Maybe it helped that my boss liked to drink a lot too.
Yo, Dana, I started watching Farscape. Suela feels smug.
How many toasters does Suela have by now?
My matlab just crashed. With all I've worked on all day (it's after 9pm). I needed these graphs for a meeting that takes place tomorrow on 11am.
I somehow have to find the energy to begin running everything again. And the peace of mind to not wave my fist at the innocent monitor while shouting. I'm taking deep breaths.
Is Gud around? 'cause I'd really like a spin on that time machine of his now.
[Edited to try to take some comfort in numbers: 3²=9, which makes this post # evil-upside-down-with-numbers. Considering what I've written in that post, I should have known. And now I feel like I'm playing graphology-for-numbers, with "it looks like this, therefore its meaning is this"]
