sarameg, I solved that problem by keeping the tp package within arm's reach. Of course, my bathroom is about two arm reaches square, so I may not be a good example.

Falling in or while getting out of tub = scares the crap out of me.

HA!

Poor Sara. She's living in that one episode of 30 Rock that I've now seen twice. Of three episodes ever.

Sorry to be late with the sympathy, Kalshane. That really does suck, but then we've known your employer is run by asshats, or worse, clueless asshats.

I wasn't necessarily looking for sympathy (okay, maybe a little) but mostly just looking to vent. Though I will say it's not the company that's suffering from asshats-in-charge, so much as my department and Corp HR. Things are still going swimmingly for everyone else.

Like the asshat that called my project lead at 3:05 PM last Friday -- we were closing at 3 for the holiday BTW -- and demanded that somebody be called in out of vacation to prepare something for him.

Oy. Not cool. Got to love the folks who think the world revolves around them.

I am so looking forward to moving to the new schedule next week. Back to 40 hours a week and no wierd voodoo with our paychecks to make 45 hours act like 40 that always goes wrong. Working noon to 10:30 won't be terrific, but I can deal with having something resembling a weekend again, even if I have to work Sundays.

Of course, I have to survive my annual review tomorrow first.

ION, this essay about partisan-ism and hate on both sides is some interesting food for thought: [link]

One would think that that was their job. Poor, poor Republicans.

Will no one think of the CHILDRENLOBBYISTS?!?

She's living in that one episode of 30 Rock that I've now seen twice.

I saw the heimlich one courtesy of Kat. I laughed. I keep meaning to watch more, but haven't figured out when it is on.

If I left the tp pack in the bathroom, it'd get damp, even if I could find a place to put it. It lives in the closet opposite the bathroom, so not that bad, but it annoys me.

I've taken some amazing dives in the shower (I have to remember to be really careful after I clean my tub. Rubber mats or sticky thingies gross me out) and haven't killed or maimed myself yet. But every time I start going down I think "oh fuck, this is going to be mortifying." Worst thing that's happened is the ceramic soapdish detached after I barely nudged it with my calf while I was shaving. Only a little blood and structural damage.

99% of the time I prefer living alone. The other one percent is made up of toilet paper fetching, heimliching oneself on the chair and falling in the bathtub in a freak accident.

Yikes. Glad you're okay.

Falling in or while getting out of tub = scares the crap out of me.

Yes, this. A co-worker had a relative who lived alone and died by slipping in the tub and cracking their skull. It took several days for someone to realize she was missing/dead and find her body.

In some of my more morbid moments, I wonder how long it would take anyone to notice if I ended up dying in a freak accident at home.

One more advantage of moving in with the GF, I suppose. At least, if I ever manage to find a house with 4 solid walls, no uninvited guests (of the furry and/or skittering kind) and relatively low-risk of bullet holes that I can afford, anyway.

I ate jalepeno poppers with dinner. Deep-fried, filled with squooshy cream cheese jalepeno poppers. I had a craving and acted on it. That was a really bad idea.

For the record.

9:30 ET on Thursdays, sarameg. Also it's on their website, and, AFAIK, iTunes.

Yikes! Much ~ma to Fay's sister. Glad she's okay, at least.