Yay, JZ! That sounds good. I hope it is just a wonderful place for you.

This sounds way better than the last job ,JZ.

sending you survival ma, vw.

and to all the people that still have winterstuff.

Want [link] Unfortunately, I'd have to get a new laptop first, because my old one is too heavy to carry over my shoulder for very long.

That sounds really promising, JZ.

I hope Kristin's pneumonia is succumbing to modern medicine.

If I was going to shoot someone, vw, it would be your project mates, not you.

Yay on the new job, JZ!

I'm feeling a bit better about what's been going on at my workplace. Basically, yesterday I learned that the retreat that didn't happen was NOT planned as a bait-and-switch all along, and that my boss was under a certain amount of pressure from higher-ups.

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...muffins? (I was thinking about that 'eat a muffin, whitey' schpiel earlier today, as I reflected on how yummy the Celestial Seasonings English Toffee Tea is.) Meanwhile - Yay on new job, JZ!

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JZ, that sounds like such a better job situation for you. Yay!

So I think my fever finally broke in the middle of the night. I've been running one between 99.7-102 since Sunday, so I had kind of forgotten how good it feels to not have a fever. Oh, so good. I'm still coughing my brains out (and my stomach muscles are so sore at this point that every cough feels like a punch in the gut), but I feel the tiniest bit more clear-headed today. I'm really relieved. I was feeling so badly last night that I almost told ND that I thought I needed to go to the hospital.

I've done nothing but eat PB&J (it's the only thing I can stomach) and sleep for days. I'm really hoping that today is the turning point.

JZ, this new job sounds like a much better fit for you! I hope it continues to be so.

Kristin, I hope you continue to feel better today.

....I just took my temp. It's 100.2. Never mind.

Long rant ahead, feel free to skip.

So the guy who's painting our house and coordinating the landscaping was supposed to start in November. But he broke his foot or something, then went to the UK or something, then... I don't even know, but he would call every month or two and give a vague excuse as to why he never showed up, then promise to start in the next week or two, then repeat the cycle. So about a month ago he says he'll be up on Saturday, asks when he should come, refuses to suggest a time, then teases me about sleeping late when I suggest noon. And then he DOESN'T SHOW UP. So, whatever, having him painting will be a huge disruption, I don't mind him not doing it, but the not showing up is annoying. Then he calls the next Saturday around 9 and says he'll be there in twenty minutes, shows up an hour and a half later. Plans to start painting on Wednesday so he'll have a room done by the time my father got here on Sunday. Showed up on Saturday (the day before my dad got here), dropped stuff off. Met with my father while he was here, arranged to start painting this coming Monday. So this morning I'm lying in bed reading, luxuriating in the Saturday-morning lie-in, when there's a KNOCK ON THE DOOR. He's shown up with the landscaper to show him around the property (keep in mind that most of the house, including my bedroom, has floor-to-ceiling windows looking out onto the property, with no curtains). I mean, thank god he knocked, but what the hell is wrong with this guy? He couldn't have fucking CALLED?

Don't worry, I'll have a word with him. But seriously, what the fuck? Has he no sense of common courtesy?