Grrr. Co-worker came back from her lunchtime workout a little while ago and reported that she ended up at an elliptic machine right next to our administrative Big Giant Head, who first said, "Hi! Don't talk to me, I'm here to work out!" and then added, "So, how are things working out with Jacqueline? I heard from someone she wasn't coming in on time."
Co-worker: "Huh. Well, she is. Who told you that?"
BGH: "Just... people. Are you sure?"
Co-worker: "Her desk is right next to mine, so, yes, I am sure."
BGH: "..."
Co-worker: "..."
BGH: "Well, have a great workout!"
WTF? I come in between 8 and 8:10 every day, at which point I spend the next 45-90 minutes twiddling my thumbs and surfing the net since everyone I work for comes in after 9, and then I work my ass off and accomplish more in the remaining hours than my predecessor did in three months (including staying late if needed to deal with the frantic patients who call in with emergencies they've just discovered at 4:55 on a Friday). All of which BGH already well knows, because all three of my bosses have written and called her with rave reviews of my work.
Co-worker does report, though, that random people with whom I have no regular contact have been dropping in "just to check" at 7:55 on some mornings. Thanks, BGH. Way to flood me with paranoia and convince me that the quality of my work is markedly less important than whether my carcass is occupying your office meatspace at 8:09 AM instead of 8:11.
Ouchies, juliana. I'm sure it's a spectacular piercing, but I hope the spectacular pain subsides quickly.
Kitty~ma, askye. Also Harvey-purrs.
bonny, you have my sympathy for the craxy landlord.
Douchenozzle
More like an enema hose. What fuckery.
Well, it's a good thing we're never pressed for time in the morning getting Matilda to daycare in one part of SF and Emmett to school in the East Bay and me working for a variety of temp jobs.
t selfish meme-ing
Missing: One female baby. Blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful and good tempered.
Seriously. Has anyone seen my baby? I seem to have misplaced her and instead received a big girl who was registered for pre-school today.
I don't know, Aims. Except for the pants-related meltdowns, that big girl seems like a pretty smart and funny and charming creature, and really a more than fair trade for the baby.
Although, oof. I was just across the street ordering more software for Boss 1's computer and ran into a woman with a 2-week-old baby girl, and my ovaries are still sobbing. Little bruised rosebud, all curled in on herself, in this world but not yet of it. mmmmmph.
Crock of crap, JZ. I'm not sure whether I'm calling BGH that, or the situation in general.
Susan, any chance that mid-afternoon salt craving is a potassium craving? Sodium and potassium have similar flavor, though potassium has a hint of bitter to the saltiness. Potatoes have some potassium, so it is not insane to have an urge for chips, and not be sure which electrolyte your body is really begging for. V-8 would hit both brilliantly, but not get the crunch going. Low-sodium V-8 would definitely fit the bill for a potassium craving, as it substitutes potassium chloride for sodium chloride for flavor, in addition to the potassium naturally found in the tomatoes, et. al.
When I am feeling the need for potassium, I can buy a six-pack of those little cans of the stuff, then power slam four in a row in the parking lot outside the grocery store before I notice that it tastes funny (compared to regular V-8).
ETA: Crock of crap not directed at amazing, beautiful, ovary-provoking precious little person, in spite of amusing juxtaposition.
Except for the pants-related meltdowns, that big girl seems like a pretty smart and funny and charming creature, and really a more than fair trade for the baby.
Worth it even with the meltdowns. In our parent interview, we had to say what our most favortire thing about Em is. I said, "Her joy. Her pure joy at doing anything and how much fun and excitement she gets out of everything." And then I cried a little. Such a big girl.
And I'm right with you on the seeing newborns. Makes my uterus echo.
Happy Birthday Sean!
Pain free ma for Ginger, Nicole, Suzi, Sail and those who are hurting. Cat ma for askye.
I'm exhausted and cranky.
