ok, first let me try to get some medicine on this mouth.

Thanks, all.

I've been looking through the employee manual (not a whole lot else to do right now, since I'm waiting for processes to finish so I can start backups and dayend procedures on assorted systems and phone sure as hell isn't ringing), and while the 8 hours of holiday pay don't count towards overtime pay, I should be getting paid time and a half for every hour over 8 I work in a given day, so I'm only technically working 44 hours this week, but 12 of those should count as overtime anyway. Plus the shift differential. So I should be getting 8 hours of holiday pay, plus 32 hours of regular pay, plus 12 hours of OT pay, plus a shift differential, according to that.

Of course, I'm still technically salary, so they don't have to pay me anything by the book. Shortly after they moved us to the help desk, they told us they'd be moving us to hourly, but 3 months later they still haven't done it.

I have a feeling I'm going to end up getting shafted.

The manual also says our supervisors are supposed to give us a tentative shift schedule a minimum of 2 weeks in advance. So they're blowing that one, too.

Checks clock. Eat msbelle!

I'm sorry Kalshane.

ION, looks like I'm in the money since I am the only one in my office to pick Pittsburgh over Miami! I mean, not yet half time, but still.

I am eating. gazpacho.

Laura, I hit the OSU football pool last week in DH's office. It's a pretty sweet feeling. I'm still trying to decide what to do with my $25.

We've sort of started letting Olivia fuss herself to sleep around bedtime. I have to be two floors down to be able to stand it--even just for the 10-15 minutes it takes for her to wear herself out crying and fall asleep.

I am eating. gazpacho.

Yum!

I've cut up some challah bread and left it out to go stale so I can make some bread pudding tomorrow.

Eat, msbelle.

Leave, Kalshane.

Dinner today is going to be a chocolate cupcake and either a bagel with cream cheese or a tub of yoghurt. I'm thinking the yoghurt is a better protection for my stomach against the ravages of Celebrex, right?

Unrelatedly, because bestiality deserves its own space:

Santa Barbara County sheriff's deputies come across a bizarre encounter at La Purisima Mission in Lompoc.

Around midnight they found a 69-year-old Huntington beach man naked and covered in oats.

Deputies say the man had covered himself in olive oil, rolled around in oats and allowed the horses at the mission to lick him clean.

He apparently told deputies this has always been a fantasy of his and drove up from the Los Angeles area to play it out.

Alfred Thomas Steven was cited and released for trespassing, animal cruelty and sexually assaulting an animal.

Or is it? I mean, is letting horses lick you while you're naked...well, okay, it's WEIRD with a capital WEIRD...illegal? Cruel? Assault?

Yeah, trespassing okay, but...

Gives a whole new meaning to sowing your wild oats.

I haven't been caught up in Natter in forever. I skipped to the end, and what do I find?

Horse porn.

ita, you have a gift.