Went in to Hubby's cardiologist yesterday to pick up some drugs for him. The receptionist said, by way of making sure she wasn't handing drugs to random strangers with the right name, "Oh, are you his daughter?" "No, I'm his wife." She gave me a funny look. Maybe now the receptionists think Lawrence Neil is my aging sugar daddy. I get that a lot, though, people thinking I'm in there to see my father. "But he's too young to have heart problems!" To which I have always resisted replying, "Oh, you mean the past five years have only been a particularly nasty hallucination? Cool!"

WTF?

I just got another call, from the job I interviewed for at UW, telling me the exact same thing--they liked me, I was a very strong candidate, but that someone else had slightly more pertinent experience.

t pounds head against desk

Letters, people, letters. Sometimes less personal is good.

Seriously, is this the latest stupid HR trend? I've never before been rejected by phone, now it's twice in one afternoon?!

Did I kill it with my horror at the all-too-personal revelations of my not-quite-adequacy?

Hec is not alone,Tep. He just took a shorter time to say it than me. But it would probably be good to think about something else.

Hec is not alone,Tep. He just took a shorter time to say it than me. But it would probably be good to think about something else.

Well, I'm glad (overall) that I cancelled on my friend, because I just need to be quiet tonight and not deal with 200 strangers. I'm watching Family Guy DVDs and craving Milk Duds, which I do not have.

Damn. If you're not in your jammies already, I vote for going to get the Milk Duds.

Oh, we're voting on your life now, by the way. We took a vote on it.

We took a vote on it.

Damn. If you're not in your jammies already, I vote for going to get the Milk Duds.

I'm in a reasonable facsimile of jammies (boxer shorts and a white t-shirt w/no bra), and I really need to lay off the sugar. Plus they pull your fillings out of your teeth.

If I still want them tomorrow, I'll get them. Gotta get the fixings for a big pot of chili for a get-together on Sunday (my attendance hinging, of course, on how my Dad is).

We took a vote on it.

Did I miss an announcement in Press?

Shiiiiit, man. I can't even get Natter named after me; I *know* y'all ain't voting on my life and times as told by me.

Hec is not alone,Tep. He just took a shorter time to say it than me. But it would probably be good to think about something else.

Ditto. You have to do what's right for your own psyche. I'm glad you felt ok about bailing, if that was what your soul needed.

I was going to come in with my own story, where I didn't cancel plans to go see a local swing band with friends the night after my Grandpa passed away. It had just been such a long, hard road up to that point and my brain needed to be able to focus on SOMETHING ELSE for a while. Sometimes, you really have to take care of you.

Strength to deal-ma.