I hate when I do this to myself. I end up staying up all night because I know I have to do laundry before going to work, and I also know I have to get into work (relatively) early to get things done, and now I'm sipping the huge cup of White Hen coffee I picked up on the way in, debating if I should e-mail my boss and see if I can go home after a half-day. What I should have done was do my laundry last night and then get to bed early, but noooooo...
IOW, gronklies.
Oh, and Happy Belated Birthday, aurelia!!
I'm up and moving, sort of. But so tired that I can barely focus. In fact, I took a 15 minute nap in my car after I got to school.
Happy day after your birthday, aurelia!
In San Francisco's plus column this morning: Cardboard Tube Fighting Championships.
I wish I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Signed,
Once again demoralized by job searching
Happy birthday, aurelia!
Wait. Black pudding isn't pudding? It's
blood?
Oh, ew.
Today has not started out well. I'm behind on two projects, and really need to spend this week catching up, and now I'm informed that my participation is
critical
in a series of all-day meetings lasting for three days this week. WTF? You guys knew about this three months ago and today you're telling me about it? Well, fine. Let's see who I can get to do my work for me.
Welcome to Monday, Buffistae! Hope yours is better than mine.
I wish I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up.
May I suggest: Cardboard Tube Champion!
shrift, unfortunately everything I want to be and everything I have skills for does not pay particularly well. It's a bummer.
Which is my way of saying, good luck.