Sean, I wish you and S. lots of health and sanity ~ma. Cricket said that she had a cat sitter lined up for you to contact; did you get her message?

Thanks for the thoughts, libkitty. It means everything.

Criminy, Sean. I'll call you tomorrow to see if it's okay to stop by after the movie.

Okay, P-C. The procedure may well happen tomorrow, so by the time you get there, she might be too tuckered out for guests, but I suspect I'll be up to spend a little bit with you, even if it's just a few minutes saying "hi" and catching up.

Sean, My Saturday is open. If you need me to wander up to LA and feed the cat, I'd be happy to. Just would need to figure out a way to key me in.

Thanks, o_a. Actually, it's our good gaming buddy Eric who has the keys, so if I can figure out a way to make a key exchange happen, we'll do that, but hopefully it won't be necessary. Also, there may be a backup cat sitter, who already has a copy of the keys, who can take over once Eric leaves town, but we haven't quite made contact with that person to secure that eventuality. I'll kep you posted as the week progresses.

Cricket said that she had a cat sitter lined up for you to contact; did you get her message?

Not yet. My iPhone battery died while I was speaking to her directly. We were talking about BH, and hadn't gotten around to personal stuff before the phone went completely dead (I've been putting that thing through it's paces the last couple of days, it was fully charged when I left the house this morning).

I just plugged it in to charge a little while ago. I'll get the message in the morning.

I think she sent it via email. In any case, she hadn't listened to your voicemail before she spoke to you, and she felt rotten when she realized after your conversation what was actually going on. Just so you know.

One of the books I just stuck in my backpack for reading over vacation is a book on Jewish spirituality written by a guy who once offered LSD to the Lubovitcher rebbe. (The rebbe declined.) I've also got a vegan cookbook, The Golden Compass, The Character of Physical Law, and Murder, My Sweet. Should last me until New Years, I think.

she felt rotten when she realized after your conversation what was actually going on. Just so you know.

Bah! She should feel no such thing. That's just silly. a) she was having a craptastic night of her own, b) it's not like she was being super crappy to me or something, she was being her usual awesome self, and c) that's just silly.

ETA: Huh. Got the 9,000 slut without even trying.

Also, 9,000 -- I guess we're going to need a new thread title in a few days. Maybe a week or so.

I'm not sure which makes me more proud to be a Buffista - the outpouring of love and got-your-back for Sean and S. here today or the riff on small, personal nuclear reactors that has appeared in COMM. Actually, it's the love that makes this place great, and the wit that keeps it from being cloying. Two great tastes that taste great together.

Sean, still sending the ~ma.

IOmememeN, I had a major whiskey tango foxtrot moment today at work. I had noticed a fiddly little detail - that a packet of meds dated for the morning was still there. I looked closer at that whole box and came to the conclusion that most likely someone had grabbed a packet out of the wrong end of the box. So the dates on the packets were messed up, but it was pretty likely that the client had in fact gotten the medication he needed in a timely fashion. But we do things like color code dosages by time given, and write the dates in ahead of time in big Sharpie ink so that it is easier to make sure that the right meds get given at the right times. So it was worth noting. Which I did, in the notebook that staff writes down messages to each other in. That way all the other staff would know that the goof was a trivial matter, rather than a serious one, should they notice the discrepancy in the dates on the med packets.

When the overnight person came in, she looked briefly at the note I'd written, muttered unhappily, "I've seen all that before." So I asked her what the matter was. She tossed the notebook on the table, rolled her eyes, and walked out of the room. When she came back in, I tried to explain to her that there was no real problem with the meds, just that the dates were off a bit. But she cut me off.

She started to say how it was all from our supervisor, so I said, "No, that's all ME. I wrote that note, I noticed the issue. It's all me."

Her response was, "I don't want to play this game."

I said, "What game is that?"

"I just don't want to play."

"There is no game. I'm sorry that you are upset that there is no med error."

She then said, "It's no big deal," in a dismissive tone.

To which I replied, "I agree, it is no big deal. There is not a problem."

About half way through the conversation, I tried to get a whiff of her, in case she smelled of alcohol. I would have have been able to leave if there had been so much as a hint of it.

Okay, it's late and I am super tired. Ima go to bed now.

I've got a question for those of you who wear corsets. One of my LJ acquaintances is shopping for her wedding gown, has found one that she loves. By which I mean, she loves how it looks on her, but because it is a corset-style type gown and she never wears tight clothing, she found it painful to wear when trying it on. She has a second choice gown that is much more comfortable and that she likes a lot. How likely is it that she would become accustomed to the feel, and be able to wear her favorite gown without misery? Did you all love the feel of corsets from the first time you wore one?

Thanks, o_a... I'll kep you posted as the week progresses.