Law & Society sounds intriguing.
I really thought it would be, but I am finding Psychology to be much more interesting.
'Out Of Gas'
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Law & Society sounds intriguing.
I really thought it would be, but I am finding Psychology to be much more interesting.
In the process of getting to FedExKinkos in order to mail out THE DOCUMENT FROM HELL, I slammed my shin into something as I was getting into the car. I don't know what, though. Maybe the steering wheel.
Problem was, I was so encumbered with trying to get my work bag and a stack of 350 page coilbound books into the car and running in the process I couldn't see what I smacked.
This evening, I discovered that my shin has THE KNOT FROM HELL.
And the four copies of DOCUMENT FROM HELL PRELIMINARY EDITION are now in Memphis getting ready to be transferred to a plane that will have them arrive at the destination by 10:30am GUARANTEED.
And tomorrow, back to editing DOCUMENT FROM HELL FINAL EDITION.
Timelies!
I should be working on my Take-Home Quiz, but I'm enjoying a nice cup of coffee and Internet surf.
Good luck today, sj!
And tomorrow, back to editing DOCUMENT FROM HELL FINAL EDITION.
With your leg iced and propped up, I hope.
Well the good news is, I was not needed to work overnight. And they found someone to work in the afternoon, which was what they needed. The bad news is, that after spending all day in bed preparing for the worst and, incidentally, sleeping off a half-dose of benedryl taken the night before, I couldn't sleep until about 4am.
Still, a night awake at home beats a night awake at work.
I'm feeling all virtuous as I've been cooking and cleaning all day. Only hitch was forgetting that I shouldn't put a liquid in the food processor.
Crossposted simultaniously to my LJ and here.
HR at work has told me to stop checking my glucose in the breakroom/kitchen at work. Apparently someone complained (after I've been working there for TEN MONTHS).
Apparently my tiny drop of blood, well maintained and immediatly tossed in the trash is a "health issue." One of the suggestions was the bathrooms. Ecch. ETA: The men's room has a urinal three feet from the sinks, and no place to perch the stuff, anyway. I'll be in my bunk at my desk.
Another Diabetic co-worker observed that it's apparently still okay to fart, burp, sneeze and cough in the room, so yay.
I'm of mixed mind on it. One part of me wants to say "oh well" the other part of me feels a bit militant, wanting the right for my own health issue.
MOM IS HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL.
Yay MG's mom!
This evening, I discovered that my shin has THE KNOT FROM HELL.
Ugh--sorry.
Maybe there's another option, Daniel? Maybe you can go to your car, or do the test at your desk, or in a conference room or something? Honestly, I can understand people objecting to blood in the break room (and I have plenty of diabetics in my family, but family is...well...blood). It's one of those things that would skeeve me. I'd like to think I wouldn't complain about, but I know it is likely I would be ashamedly grateful once someone else did complain.
Oh yeah, there are other places to do it, it's just the kitchen has the nice clean sink and water and soap to wash my hands first.
The men's room has a urinal three feet from the sinks, and no place to perch the stuff, anyway.
That's why I said I'm of mixed mind. I can do without the kitchen, and buy more alcohol wipes.