OK, enough of Monday, let's move on to Tuesday already.
Word. Let's do right now, please?
Woke up at 2 a.m. to the sound of Z sobbing as he was looking through all of the emails of love & support from when his dad died. Didn't get back to sleep until 4. 2nd year in a row. Father's Day is not a good day around our house.
However, yay for cats and pre-birthdays!
Stop posting the word scorpions!
Apparently the board feels as strongly about it as I do.
My cousin was once held hostage on a toilet by a scorpion. He screamed until his mother came into the bathroom and shooed it away.
Oh Juliana-what a tough night.
To add insult to injury, the &%&$* secretary is not going to report my half hour as sick time (of which I have something like 70 unused days) but is instead
docking my pay.
I could scream.
Uhm, why can't that be sick time? I understand why it can't be vacation time, but sick time is basically an unscheduled absence, which is what you had this morning.
Ow. Headache. Ow. Sore legs from a weekend of gardeneing. Ow. Work ache from a suddenly scheduled meeting tomorrow with "interesting news". Ow.
I'm just gonna watch all the Bertie and Jeeves I can get my hands on, and pretend I'm a brainless nob with too much money and too many aunts, and Stephen Fry's around to fix everything for me.
Also, ow.
I am slowly becoming convinced that I will never find a job I like that pays me enough money.
Intellectually, I know this is not true, but it's hard not to feel like that.
Also, I just realized that I was laid off from my last job just a little over 1 year ago.
Kristin, that sucks. How can they get away with that?
{{{Calli}}} Feel better.
One room completely cleaned up. Three more to go.