I need to find the study I read that actually shows people who have a more cynical view of life tend to actually be...not right, exactly, but more aware than people who are more optimistic.
It's mentioned in Seligman's
Learned Optimism.
That could be the place to start.
Yeah, but the optimistic people live longer and are happier in their bubble of inaccurate optimism.
Hee. This is in the book too.
I've been working at home unofficially one day a week with my manager's blessing & he just asked his boss if I can keep doing that and he said no. I know a lot of people have it way worse but this commute is too much for me 5 days a week. It's just getting worse and worse with the traffic.
Oh, yuck. Stoopid boss. If he doesn't get that your manager understands your position better than he does, he probably deserves for you to leave. I actually had an interesting conversation with my boss yesterday in which it emerged that I actually have the
right
to work from home, within work constraints of course (e.g. I can't attend client meetings at home). I shall be making use of this.
Again, you say this, but it isn't really true. I've gotten so used to the keyboard on my powerbook (and, before that, my iBook) that my hands feel lost on a full-sized keyboard. Whatsmore, the laptop keyboard gives me FEWER RSI issues - i can program on a laptop all day with no major pain, whereas the sides of my hands are hurting like a bitch right now.
Whereas with exercise and six asperin a day and injections of cortisone twice a year I can manage to type fairly long on a normal keyboard - but will be in agony after twenty minutes on a laptop. Note though it has to be a normal keyboard on the small end. So called ergonomic keyboards, even large regular keyboards kill me too. You know the ultimately cheap Dell keyboard you get if buy a dell and don't specify what keyboard you want? The perfect keyboard for me.
My uncle was all, "So did you talk to him, and did you just not bother?" Oh! I didn't realize those were my two options. I told him I talked to him. He asked what he said, and I said I agreed with him, that he had every right to charge me...no, no, this wasn't about rights, my uncle said. He knew he had the right. Did I tell him that I would be paying double rent? That's what I needed to do.
"I don't like
lying,"
I said.
He shrugged, all, "Okay, if that's what you want to do." He then suggested I do the 27th instead or some weeknight; he could get me moved in in no time flat with his magic Suburban. I told him the 26th was fine.
Your uncle sounds like my ex-husband, P-C. Always looking for a way to work a deal, even if he had to lie to do it. One of the reasons he's my ex, I couldn't keep agreeing to keep my mouth shut every time I heard him lie to a salesman, a buyer, a landlord, anyone. At least you were able to tell him how you felt and he sounds like he accepted it and didn't give you grief about it.
Emily's making me dinner.
We like Emily.
My dad is Polter's uncle?
How "incestuous"
Hec, I could send a bit of fanfic or something...take up room on her hard drive instead. (no House, promise)
In mememe news, wheeeeeeeee! I now own this and can pretend to be a student at Durmstrang.
Ok, I want everyone to go back to Fay's eBay listing and make note of the city the backpack is located is in.
That is all.
Aaaand....it seems I am working on an ear infection. My temp has gone up to 99.6 and the throat nastiness persists, but now with added! ear pressure. I put some warm olive oil in earlier this afternoon (before my FIVE HOUR nap) and will put some more in before going to bed.
This just sucks.
::shakes fist at Universe::
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Here's the link for Fay's bag.
... runs naked thru the thread trailing glitter
