Welcome Back, Hil! I'm looking forward to the tales and pics.

Have a blast this weekend, Cashmere!

I'm buried in work. Blah.

Fly~ma for Cash.

Welcome back, Hil!

I am filled with gronk. My gronk is mighty.

Wow, doing a little catchup while home sick for the day, and all sorts of sucky sucky news! So very sorry, Aimee. Damn. And javachik, I feel your pain--I, too, work in biotech (which, thanks to overheard in New York, I always think of as "BIOTCH!") and had our big thing fail about a year ago--so far I've still got a job, but every time they send out a press release, we wonder.

Poor Aimee--I TRY not to keep stuff on my work computer, but damn, if they laid me off while I was gone (given how much I travel, quite the worry really), I'd be screwed, them trying to go through my things and send me my shit! Eep!

so clearly 50% of the greater D.C. area decided that hibernation was the appropriate response to the cold, wet morning we're having

I'm right there with them. Got a headache yesterday, woke up this morning, thought "Ick. Still hurts. More sleep". Slept until ten minutes after I should've left the house, and went "screw that, not going to work"

I felt like a victor this week,

Hee. Glad everyone else did a double-take at that line too. But yay Cindy!

So the outside of the piano is there, but there are no strings or hammers or anything.

Whoah. That's very weird. (Of course, my reaction was "do you often see the piano and start playing??" But that's just me...there's been a piano in our house for the past 20 years, but no one has played it in at least 15...)

Welcome back, Hil!

Safe travels and happy, fun trip, Cash!

ION, I have to look one of my temps in the face when I sign his time sheet this afternoon, wish him a nice weekend and know that he won't be coming back on Monday. Only he doesn't know it yet and I can't tell him. Feh. One of the rotten parts of being a boss.

Poor Cashmere. She mentioned in Natter that her flight is cancelled.

Of course, my reaction was "do you often see the piano and start playing??" But that's just me...there's been a piano in our house for the past 20 years, but no one has played it in at least 15...

I used to, but it's been so out of tune for the past few years that, while I'd occaisionally sit down and try playing, I'd give up out of frustration after a few minutes.

TCG just called and work is letting him come home early, which is great, because I have been worried about him driving home.

Oh man, Cashmere did NOT need that. Not after the Shingles and shit. Poor thing. What is it with this week? And I'm sorry I am so late to the game, but vw, is your illness something everyone here knows? I am wondering what it is, but don't want to pry. You sound awesome about it All.

And javachik, I feel your pain--I, too, work in biotech (which, thanks to overheard in New York, I always think of as "BIOTCH!") and had our big thing fail about a year ago--so far I've still got a job, but every time they send out a press release, we wonder.

Meara, it does suck. But I know I've got a choice between the small biotches (heh) and big pharma. Big pharma is certainly a bit more settled and predictable, but I love start-up atmospheres. Still, ahm tahrd of the laid off thing. And I still don't know if I am being laid off; HR sent out a message this morning promising the news on Monday. All of the waiting has resulted in most of my colleagues getting excited (after the initial grief) about their next jobs because the market is hot and recruiters are breathing down our necks. In fact, I was offered a job yesterday on the basis of a phone interview, but they needed me to start next Monday. No way. BF and I want at least a month off for some travel. What is your function in the industry, Meara?

Welcome back, Hil!

Poor Cashmere! Oh, that's so disappointing!

And I'm sorry I am so late to the game, but vw, is your illness something everyone here knows? I am wondering what it is, but don't want to pry. You sound awesome about it All.

I don't know if everyone knows all of it. I think I've talked about the specific diagnoses here (definitely in my LJ), but if not, my list is: depression, PTSD, anxiety, and BPD. The BPD is usually the one I'm referencing, though, when I'm talking about the "illness," 'cause it's the ickiest diagnosis.

Took an anti-nausea med and slept for a while. Feeling a little better, but still blech.

Thanks for sharing it again, vw. That's quite a load you're carrying. Hope the anti-nausea meds work. Is BPD bi-polar disorder? Unfortunately I know that one well (runs in my family).