I think my Apple TV just died and I can't justify replacing it. I can't bend my left knee past close to 90 degrees and I can't straighten it. I have a migraine and I can't take the anger-making meds again because I can't feel that way again soon without a complete meltdown.

No, I didn't get laid off and my company isn't fucking with me (though I do have a co-worker who's unintentionally making it look, again, like I'm messing up), but I don't like today, and I'd really like the weekend I never got.

Okay. I forgot that I updated my resume to apply for that Playboy job, so I actually don't have to update it unless I need to tweak it for various positions.

I am still getting the bonus for which I have been writing all the technical documentation, and that probably will be much more than any severance they might have offered. So there's that.

I already have a line on a few positions at a university thanks to roommate, and I need to call a guy at 5.

Also, there are open positions at Google. We shall see.

Like, Google right here? Go Google, choose Google!

Mrs. Firth totally wins, yellow sequin PacMan boobie-eating sack dress and all. Look how pleased he looks to be in her company, even in that horrid outfit!

Sox, I am so sorry. Those people sound six steps past crazymaking.

And {{{Sue and Pico}}}

shrift, may your next job be with people who wouldn't even think of putting you in the basement!

Like, Google right here?

Google in Chicago Google. I can't afford to move right now, you guys!

Shrift, do you do database stuff? One of my friends' companies is looking for some sort of database person. He's so desperate that the asked me if I knew anyone at State who could get someone a visa.

Well, phooey. However, if it's anything like Google out this way, at least it's a place that treats its employees decently and never houses anyone in a basement with booby-trapped and deceased refrigerators and fritzy elevators and...I can't even remember half the bogglingly awful shit you had to put up with at this job from hell, but now I'm hating them all over again.

Is it any consolation to think that they'll either lay off or drive off the competent people, leaving them with a core of frazzled, cranky, overwhelmed people who can't handle the workload ... and end up having to pay a premium to get in people who CAN handle the work?

(In my place - I've been predicting problems for a while, but been overruled or just waved off with assurances that everything was under control. Now my big problem is resisting the temptation to say "told you so!")

Shrift, may you soon be wholly appreciated.

I have to say, my ONE day of the worst pain I've ever experienced makes me hate pain even more on behalf of those who experience it chronically (yes, I've had cramps that nearly make me pass out. This was so much worse.) Wednesday is largely a haze to me. I know there was public crying, which I Do Not Do, and I didn't care and couldn't stop it. The combination of the pain and not knowing when it would end/escalate just destroyed most of my defenses. The parts of the day where it receded are crystal clear, and in those moments (and even now) I wondered if I wasn't just overreacting (cause I'm supposedly stoic like that.) It couldn't really be THAT bad, right? Um. I remember maybe half the aquarium (petting the turtle) and just about all of AVAM after I probably took enough advil to compromise my liver, but the walk from one to the other? Bits.

In "it amuses me" news, I am eating bul gogi on naan with slices of english cucumber.