Nora, would they have tried to slip it under your door, or otherwise left it somewhere for you where you might not have found it yet? And/or can you frame another email enquiry around that idea so that you can communicate to them that no, you have not received it, but that you are not so much with the nagging or accusing them of lying?

Aimee & Joe, that woman sucks.

Andi and Daniel, I hope the car you need shows itself soon.

Yay for Suzi's mom and a happy kidney!

Nora, your condo-neighbors should probably consider auto-payments from their account to the condo account. Because they're flaky!

I wrote back with this:

Will do- we'll keep a lookout for the check for $150 tonight, so that we can deposit it along with the $300 one that we already have tomorrow. You can tape it to the door or knock if it sounds like we're home.

I just honestly have no idea what they're thinking. I need to always remember that their logic is not my logic. This is definitely more on the @@ scale of things than stressy-stabby-stressy, though.

I just hit the JACKPOT on a hook for my senior thesis. I'm finally finding the kind of sources I want/need! Oh, this is so freaking exciting!

But I need to be doing my homework that is due in class today. Argh!

I love ice cream. Beyond all reason. But if I thought it was a secret handshake, I wouldn't eat any. Cause I hate that pep-rally bullshit, and the more she needed me to do it, the less I would, too.

SO very much this.

Also, I don't snack. The only time it's ever been a habit of mine is when I was pregnant, and even then it was more a defense mechanism against nausea than actual eating, if that makes sense -- I had to make a pretty conscious effort to remember to have food around, and to remember that I needed to eat it. So I get weird looks for turning down free food all the time in the office, but it would never in a million years occur to me that it would be a firable offense to do so. Christ on a pogo stick.

When life was getting shittily beyond our control at my old job, I reached out to try to cheer people up any way I knew how. Mostly through food. I got radio station promotions to bring in Krispy Kreme donuts and coffee and another one to bring its ice cream truck.

I didn't get my panties in a twist when people didn't partake. Let's face it, it takes more than a scoop of rocky road or a glazed donut to take your mind off of a completely incompetent boss and an abysmal lack of funding for a non-profit.

Thanks everyone for the sympathy and well-wishes.

Miracleman: non-question asking doodle mongering sundae refusnik

This really needs to be Joe's tagline if he logs in again anytime soon.

Hah! Yeah, well...

I suppose I could have answered each of those "points" with the following:

"Non-question asking": "Yeah, well, toilets? Not that complex. Customer service? Can do it in my sleep. Questions? An unnecessary waste of time. You fruitbat."

"Doodle-mongering": "Doodling is not only proven to be an aid to learning at times, but it also shows just how much time I had to listen to people tell your rep that you suck. Which you do. Let's talk about a little thing called 'customer service quality' and how you and your department completely lack that..."

"Sundae-refusenik": "You ever think about the possibility that I'm diabetic? (Author's note: I'm totally not diabetic and don't mean to offend anyone who actually is.) You gonna hold that against me? I'd ask you how to spell 'discrimination' but a) I already know and b) I'm fairly confident you don't."

Fuckmeats, the lot of 'em.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

BINGO! I just found the article that makes the connection I need made for my thesis! I'm doing a major happy dance! YAY!!!!!!

"You fruitbat" just got added to my vocabulary.

Ass 'em in the ear, Joe. When the bullshit at a job exceeds the salary, you need to leave anyway, so hey, now you are free to look for the better job faster.

Yay for research! Boo for mummy arms! Yay for transplant! House and car~ma (karma) to those needing it.

And now, back to work, wherein my office is turning the cube farm into a haunted house.

After several months of not biting my nails, they are now bitten to the quick. *sigh*