Someone wanted me to serve as a character witness in a wrongful terminations suite - while I thought she had a case - she wasn't completely blameless. And What I told her was that when my reputation was on the line I was going to be 100% truthful so perhaps I wasn't the best witness for her.
Not painless, but I put the blame on my inability to be anything other than 100% truthful.
I'm annoyed at all the people who have off tomorrow. FTR.
I have off tomorrow. And all next week.
I don't have tomorrow off, but I'm taking the day off to go look at Sonoma State with K-Bug.
I'm in testing hell for the next week and if it goes badly I'll have mission HQ screaming down my neck. Plus a mad dash to archive 6 months of records gone unarchived.
That make you feel better, Jesse?
Sara's looking out for you, Jesse. I hope you appreciate it.
I have next Friday off. Not precisely sure why, but you can bet I'm going to sleep in.
Well, I'm not, because it's the first day of my juice feast/cleanse, and that starts v. early. But I will not be working, at least.
Watching
Michael Clayton.
Testing renting through Apple TV. Can't see it becoming a regular thing. Especially since I have Netflix. Just wanted to see how it works. The idea that once I've started it I have to finish it in 24 hours...that's a little harsh, especially considering that I don't have to start it for thirty days. Gimme a couple days. A weekend. Whatever.
Why don't people say "Goodbye" on the phone in movies? Why do they all have answering machines? Okay, mostly just the first question.
I've never noticed the "goodbye" thing. I have an answering machine, so that doesn't strike me as odd.
I haven't screened a call in fifteen years, so it amuses me to think of the plots I'd be left out of by virtue of loving voicemail.
We bought when we bought for one reason only, it was probably our only chance to buy a house in LA. And while it would never be my dream home, there's something comforting about living in the house where I grew up.
I've never appreciated my mother more than I have this year. Or I should say I never really understood the sacrifices she made for me and what a deep well of love she has for us.
Yes, this. It's one of the things I hold onto, especially whenever I find myself missing her. And I love that poem, too.