Grrr. HR came over here and told my two bosses that I owed 41.5 HOURS of vacation time. Basically meaning, that my last check would only be a week, not two.

I disagreed VEHEMENTLY and turns out, HR counted three days of vacation as six, and charged the same 5 hours to both ETO and vacation.

Turns out, they owe ME un-used time off.

Jackholes.

I'm glad that rightness is prevailing for you, Aimee -- and that Dana's ankle is good. And yeah, tommy's eye, too.

I heard from my Mom that my aunt went out to dinner last night, which means she is feeling up to Being Seen in Public -- not a small thing when you've had a stroke so recently. It looks like they can go to the beach house just a little bit later than usual this year.

Me, I'm sitting out in the backyard presently, with every square inch of bare skin sprayed with anti-bug goop. ::waves shaky fist at mosquitos::

Glad there's good news about your aunt, Theo.

Aimee, good for you for getting yours!

OK. I put in my airconditioner. The previous tenant actually drilled holes in the window ... not the sill, the edge around the glass part. And there are holes in the edge of the A/C. But that part of the window doesn't go down on top of the A/C! I don't get it. It seems sturdy enough in there, I just need duct tape or something to cover up all these damn holes.

What about other family members, or face-space friends - do they get free (or more) access to lj/forums/fic/whatever? I mean, parents are quite different, in the level of sharing with them, than other friends, and even other family members, right? Is there an online difference, too?

Heh. Well, back in the day, Cybervixen got me into LJ. And no one I knew in "real" life had one, just a few buffistas. And then I was having a talk with this friend of a friend at a party, and somehow Smallville slash came up, and next thing you know, we're talking about LJ. And one of my friends turns out to be deeply in the fannish closet. And then suddenly all my real life friends got LJs. And my sister. And my brother. Eep! I've got a couple different filters, nowadays, for the occasions when I'm trying to keep it to people who I actually trust, or people who don't know my RL friends, but I share most all of it with my sister. Cause she's cool. I would not, however, share ANY of it with my parents. I mostly hope they never find it, because even the public entries are really more than I want to share with THEM! (Though it wouldn't cause a meltdown, it would be a little TMI)

But most of my RL friends, while vaguely aware that there's some "buffy board" I post on, don't really know about b.org, I think...but they also don't care. (Well, and Vortex. She's a RL friend. But she's the one who told me about TableTalk, back in the day)

Since he is engaged and a divinity school student, I managed to refrain from asking if he'd read Lust Over Pendle, which is the only Harry Potter fanfic I've actually heard of.

But it's good! If he hasn't, he should!

But most of my RL friends, while vaguely aware that there's some "buffy board" I post on, don't really know about b.org, I think...but they also don't care.

This is pretty much the case with my family (and the Wallybee). Of course, my dad thinks it's weird, but then he also doesn't see why I take dates to the zoo.

Consuela, thanks for the handwave clarification on The Lake House. I still haven't decided whether to go, which means that I probably won't but may get it on DVD. With Netflix, my infrequent movie-going has become downright rare.

Annoyingly, they're coming with weakness more often--last night I couldn't really cut my food. It's very weird.

Eek, ita. This sounds worrisome. Have you mentioned this to your doctor? It seems to me like the sort of thing that should be mentioned right away because it could indicate more serious problems, not that mindbending pain isn't a serious problem.

::waves shaky fist at mosquitos::

How is this working? 'Cause if it helps at all, I'll join in!

ita is beginning to seem like a House case. Which, if she were not struggling and very real, would be some damn fascinating TV, I have to say.

ita is beginning to seem like a House case. Which, if she were not struggling and very real, would be some damn fascinating TV, I have to say.

"Come on, kiddies! What's the differential diagnosis for killing people with your pinkie?"

So, not turning the lights on in the living room sure does help with the whole going to bed ridiculously early thing, I've got to say.

Air conditioning has *finally* been achieved at casa de bon Bob.