I left work at 12:45. Now I'm home but totally wide awake. Yargh.

GC, not that it's even remotely the same, but I spent the last two hours changing my address online and my brain hurts. SO tired. Supposed to get up early to take visiting British friend to Disneyland. Trying really hard to be excited but can only muster a weak whimper when I think about getting up in six hours to face the Mouse-eared masses. Oh, and did I mention that I have to be totally packed and ready to move in a week? Meep.

But seriously, I feel whiny complaining at all when I think about your stress right now. Poor thing. t hugs you tight

So I'm getting slightly worried. The boy next door has decided to move to Ireland and work in archaeology there rather than go back to America. For the last few weeks he's been applying to every company in the land and I've pulled every string I can think of, but we're having no luck at all. The problem is, he has to get a job before he can get a work permit, and the company he's working for has to apply for the permit, which costs them five hundred euro. So hiring Europeans is a whole bunch easier for most companies. So basically we're stuck. And it sucks. And I don't know what we're going to do.

So if I get some work done now I can go back to bed and take a nap later, right?

Oh, Jars, that sounds icky.

Glad GC finally made it home!

{{{Kristin}}} Just 'cause I can totally relate.

It's MOVE DAY! So, why am I sitting on the computer? Well, I'm lazy. Hence the hiring of movers!

Yay for moving day! I'm very excited for you vw.

I hope that GC achieved deep renewing sleep.

Jars, yuck. I know nothing about archaeological employment, but I hope it works out for him and he can go to Ireland.

I want to go to Disneyland with Kristin! Although maybe not in August, and not if folks are sleep-deprived.

GC, yucky schedule. Stop it.

I officially start f/t next week, 4 ten-hour days. Flexibility to have a 3-day weekend is why I like being a contractor. PLUS the new parking lot at the embassy will open, and we have a space, so no more walking to work in 100-degree weather! I'm kinda happy, but I'll miss lazing around the house playing with Mal.

I'm sorry Jars, that really sucks. I know that anxiety well, from when the software product Tom was working on got phased out the company and he was on a work visa (ie, layoff=get out in 4 weeks)

(hugs Tom's green card close)

Hopefully a solution will come your way soon.

Is it wrong of me to bristle at a seemingly standard question here, "How was your night?"

I know it is just making conversation, but DAMN. I went home, ate a fried egg sandwich and watched 2 gloriously terrible episodes of ST:TNG before passing out worshipping the sweet, sweet, AC.

If anything interesting/horrible/exciting happened in the 15 hours since I saw these people last, I'd bring it up!

Not to say I haven't felt the same thing, but I think you may be overreacting just a tad.