And tomorrow, back to editing DOCUMENT FROM HELL FINAL EDITION.
With your leg iced and propped up, I hope.
Or maybe you could just be Buffy, he'll see your amazing heart, and he'll fall in love with you.
Xander ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Fred Pete - Oct 19, 2005 3:04:10 am PDT #9291 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
WindSparrow - Oct 19, 2005 3:53:53 am PDT #9292 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
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.
Volans - Oct 19, 2005 3:55:45 am PDT #9293 of 10001
move out and draw fire
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.
DCJensen - Oct 19, 2005 4:01:04 am PDT #9294 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
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.
Calli - Oct 19, 2005 4:01:18 am PDT #9295 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
MOM IS HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL.
Yay MG's mom!
This evening, I discovered that my shin has THE KNOT FROM HELL.
Ugh--sorry.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 19, 2005 4:13:30 am PDT #9296 of 10001
What is even happening?
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.
DCJensen - Oct 19, 2005 4:28:23 am PDT #9297 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
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.
Topic!Cindy - Oct 19, 2005 4:41:29 am PDT #9298 of 10001
What is even happening?
Do they have any other place, Daniel? I completely understand not liking to perform the test in a common bathroom.
Anne W. - Oct 19, 2005 4:46:05 am PDT #9299 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Daniel, if this is a health issue, aren't they obligated to help you find a place where you can to the tests in a sanitary manner? I'd go back to HR and drop the problem back on their plate, or at least get them to offer up some suggestions.
Connie Neil - Oct 19, 2005 5:13:36 am PDT #9300 of 10001
brillig
Hubby was awake enough to chat this morning when I got up. He said I must have interesting dreams. Apparently I "walk", I reach for things, and I wave my fists around. The only word he's ever heard me say clearly was "stick." It's probably just as well I don't enunciate in my sleep, he doesn't need to know about those dreams about Billy Idol.