Happy Ailleann Day!! I hope it's tremendous!

Talked with one of the big bosses today about the email kerfuffle. I had imagined all KINDS of insanity last night. I would have said I was PMS-y, but, you know, no uterus or ovaries, so that means it was just plain over-reaction on my part. It really is that "some" people think my emails about benefits have too much humor in them. Too. Much. Humor.

Cash, I am SO sorry about the constant battles you're having to have with Owen. I sincerely hope that he outgrows the militant naked stage soon.

Kristin, thank you! I'm hanging on to the hope that he's getting all his difficulties out now and will end up heading to Notre Dame on a full scholarship while volunteering for community service, going on to find a cure for cancer and buying his mom a retirement condo in Florida.

Until then, I am going to flex my patience, buy paper towels in bulk and try to not let him get to me.

It really is that "some" people think my emails about benefits have too much humor in them. Too. Much. Humor.

Mmm...perhaps "some" people's emails (or hearts) don't contain ENOUGH humor.

Defiantly Long-Haired Corner

goes to stand in this corner

Yes, but Katie B and Ailleann have luscious, gorgeous, long hair. My hair, when it gets long is thin, flat and sad.

Robin, folks can be so stooopid about e-mail. I once got in trouble for e-mailing my group, "I will be on vacation from x to y. See you in two weeks. Wooot!"

Nobody knew what "woot" meant, so they all had questions for my supervisor about my distressing use of weird language. Instead of, say, just asking me if they really wanted to know. I was mystified by the depth of this kerfuffle upon my return, because I had thought, well, couldn't you college-educated crowd have figured that one out via context? Jeez.

Of course, this was the office where people would type out a twelve-page document, send it to the printer, delete it, and hand the printed pages to the secretaries for retyping and formatting.

Of course, this was the office where people would type out a twelve-page document, send it to the printer, delete it, and hand the printed pages to the secretaries for retyping and formatting.

WTF??? Seriously. Some people need killin'.

Nobody puts -t in a corner...wait a minute, this is a very fine corner full of hotness, exactly where I want to be. I'll allow it.

Whew.

Happy Birthday, Ailleann! Hope it continues to be a fabulous day!

Robin, that's just, well, stupid. "Some" people need to get a life.

Of course, this was the office where people would type out a twelve-page document, send it to the printer, delete it, and hand the printed pages to the secretaries for retyping and formatting.

Whaaaaat? As a former secretary, I really would have killed over that kind of behavior. Really. That's just, well, stupid, and as previously mentioned, kill-worthy.

You know what else is kill-worthy? This heat. I went out and ran to the post office and decided to get lunch somewhere air conditioned. Unfortunately, my neighborhood's idea of air conditioned is definitely not the cold central air you office people are used to. It's a window air conditioner over the door with the door then shut. Honestly, I think it would have been cooler with the AC off and door open. So, I decided to go get a nice ice cream drink, and if that place didn't have AC, come home. Well, they didn't, so I got my mochaccino and came home...where the thermostat says it is 84 degrees. Ima gonna kill someone. Good thing I live alone.

And, yes. I know I'm overreacting. And, yes, I know it's only just begun. I just can no longer tolerate heat and being overheated...ever since adding the Cymbalta to my medicine cocktail. It has done amazing things for me, but now when I get hot, I turn into a major crank-monster. I keep telling myself it'll be back down to 64 on Saturday, but right now that feels like October.

Library! Maybe the library has AC!

Oh, God. Sorry guys.

vw, when we didn't have A/C in our first apartment, we took long, cool baths while eating popsicles. And found various reasons to go to the grocery store and linger in the frozen food aisles.

Sorry the heat's getting to you. We've been trying to hold off turning on the a/c. Last night was a teeny bit uncomfortable but it got better through the night--we have fans moving air. That was until the neighbors started screaming at each other.