I does feel a little high school. If I know someone who stresses me out is going to be somewhere I'm going, I just...don't go. Or, if it's irritation, go and avoid.

Ah, I know why it bothers me! It feels like a passive agressive ultimatum. "If she goes, I won't go. Choose."

Bah. Anyway, slow day at work. Which is good because my brain isn't all here.

I was catching up on my reading of eWeek, and lo and behold who should show up but our own Jilli.

zooms to the office copy of eWeek.

Awesome!

I so need another job, I don't even know how to tell you all. My boss needs someone to ride herd on her, and I am so not the person to do it.

That's great, Emily!

Daisy! Thank you for linking to GoJane way back when. I bought a bunch of bright-colored flats from them for spring and they are making me very happy. Sorry there is Drama.

Eh. It's already forgotten, for there is a sweet doggie here today who keeps coming over to say hi. And party tomorrow! Yay!

ETA: Yay new shoes! I will say, don't order sweaters from there. I have a grey one that almost immediately pilled. OTOH, I got a pair of stretch cropped jeans that have been awesome and a purple cropped sweater (so cute over another shirt) that is awesome.

Sweaters may pill, check. It's so nice to have such an affordable option for things that are really cute but I in no way need.

Re my job again today: @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ times infinity.

Vaguely related to Aimee's Em and Susan's AB and therefore topical (as if anything isn't topical, but it made me giggle to see it juxtiposed)

Hey, man, where are my pants? I have my hippo dignity!

popped up in the corner while I was reading about her refusal to wear pants.

Loving the stories of homecooked foods. Now, who wants to come over here and cook for me? For I am meara or she is me. I like to cook, yet I so very rarely do.

In meme news, I tried to call the military finance center in Cleveland to get a copy of my W2, only to get a message saying the wait time was 23 minutes. Fuck that. I'm considering sending in a copy of last years W2 and telling the tax folk, hey, it never changes, it's the same amount every year and since those incompetent jerks have done this to me three times now, you go scream at them for not sending me a W2. I got better things to do.

Brought to you by the letters F and U.

t /crankypants

I was catching up on my reading of eWeek, and lo and behold who should show up but our own Jilli.

zooms to the office copy of eWeek.

Feb 18th issue.

OKay, I have a fairly bizarre question that I would like y'all's opinion on. I'm feeling crappy this morning, including chills and headache, so I took my temperature: 98.3. A few days ago I was feeling not quite so crappy as today and my temperature was 97.9. Am I running a fever?

If you are, it's not a dangerous level, yet.

I know some people run cooler than average.

Either that or you were in a hypothermic state for a bit.

Or maybe now you are burning off a low grade infection. Maybe even a sinus infection, thus the headache.