In Toto picspam...

My mom is crashing at my place tonight, because her flight home from my aunt's funeral doesn't get in till after midnight. So, I made up the futon for her to sleep on. Now, this is Toto's spot where he hangs pretty much all the time when he's not in his bed. So, having it made up as a bed is very confusing.

Note that he is sitting in the exact same spot as he would be sitting if the futon was set up as a couch: [link]

And new dishes and new cutlery and and and...okay I could totally go overboard with this "re-doing" thing.

Heh. This is pretty much my entire thought on getting a new apartment. I'm like "OK, so I'll get new bookshelves, that match each other. And a bedframe. And I'll need a table. And new knives. And maybe dishes. And a matching set of glasses. And and and...." I could spend myself silly, I could!

I just read an e-mail that made me very happy and basically convinces me that yes, indeed, I DO have a girlfriend

congrats, gris!!

Eating apples, cheese, and crackers for dinner for the past four nights isn't horribly bad for me, is it? Some cheddar, some manchego, adn some gouda, with honeycrisps, and wheat crackers....nothing else appeals. Though, mmm....salmonella schalmonella, a pot pie sounds yummy now. I don't HAVE one, but I suppose I could GET one. And bake it. Meh, maybe no pot pie.

Stich n Pitch sounds awesome! Maybe next year...it does say it started in Seattle!

congrats, gris!!

Thanks!

Eating apples, cheese, and crackers for dinner for the past four nights isn't horribly bad for me, is it?

Maybe, but it's delicious. Mmm. Cheese. If you like cheese, you must eat at this place if you're ever in NYC. So. Good. I died. Of goodness. Then i came back to life, in time for more goodness. It was... good.

Okay, here's the situation --

Manager A asks B to work on Friday and Saturday. B says "maybe", A puts B on the schedule a week ago with "maybe". yesterday, B tells A that they can't work Friday and can only work Saturday night. A now says that B needs to find someone to cover.

I think that this is A's responsibility, since B was a maybe, but I said I'd ask the internet masses.

I agree, it's up to A to cover the schedule. Maybe implies maybe not.

Also, dinners of apples, cheese and crackers sound both delightful and nutritious.

Yes if B never gave a definitive "yes" it is A's responsiblity to cover the shift. However, if I was B I would still make an effort to cover the shift in order to stay on good terms with A.

Without subjecting you to the whining I got, B was apparently scheduled for all day saturday, but agreed to come in on Saturday afternoon.

Remember a few weeks ago, I asked for help with finding a poem for CJ? He ended up using "What is pink?" which was recommended by someone here.

This month's poem he found through one of the recommended links...

I'm Staying Home From School Today

I'm staying home from school today.
I'd rather be in bed
pretending that I have a pain
that's pounding in my head.

I'll say I have a stomach ache.
I'll claim I've got the flu.
I'll shiver like I'm cold
and hold my breath until I'm blue.

I'll fake a cough. I'll fake a sneeze.
I'll say my throat is sore.
If necessary I can throw
a tantrum on the floor.

I'm sure I'll get away with it.
Of that, there's little doubt.
But, even so, I really hope
my students don't find out.

--Kenn Nesbitt

For those of you who love the rugby antics -- fox news neglected to notice the dancing skills of the player in the background during an interview. NSFW [link]

Hiring management from outside the company is always a problem for people smack in the middle of the food chain with tricky job descriptions.

That's a good way of describing it, and a helpful reminder that New Boss isn't coming into this with malicious intent to ruin my life. She knows how things were done at her old hospital, but she hasn't learned our ways yet. Also, she's trying to make a quick impact and please our division head, and I think some of what feels like pushy control-freak behavior to me falls under that heading.

The crazy thing is, I realized I could actually make use of this situation in my writing--I'm working on a scene where two major characters meet for the first time, in the aftermath of a chaotic military setback that turned both of their lives upside down. One is a young NCO who's been leading and protecting a group of fugitive soldiers, acting more like a captain than the corporal he is, the other an extremely senior officer who, when he finds this nice group of soldiers roaming around without an officer, naturally assumes command. I didn't realize till this week just how pissed off my NCO is going to be over this turn of events. Because of course he'll recognize the officer's seniority and right to command, but, dammit, those were *his men*, and he was doing a damn fine job of leading them. Which opens up all kinds of juicy conflict between them that I hadn't realized was there. It's much more entertaining than my work issues, too, not least because the NCO looks a lot like a young Nathan Fillion and my senior officer is sort of Alexis Denisof with just an eensy touch of Christopher Eccleston.