I -- very seriously -- cannot leave a penny on the ground. I have fished them out of mud puddles, motor oil splatters, and other dubious goop. Whenever I do any sort of volunteer thing that involves going door to door (like checking to see who has recycle bins, and if they don't have them but want them, obtaining their info), I have to try really hard to NOT pick up pennies on the ground on their property.
Steph is me. The only time I don't pick them up is when they are in the middle of a busy street, and then I think about them all day.
We finally got our office a/c fixed, and now it is FREEZING in here. Better than sitting in a pool my own sweat, but come on, office temperature people! Find a happy medium!
Hey Jilli, Almost cupcake goth baby onesie with the added bonus of choking hazards!
Just as I was leaving the house this morning at 7:25 (to get in for an 8:30 mtg) I got an email on the BlackBerry that the boss would be working from home and the 8:30 was cancelled. YEEHAW! In the extra 15 minutes I nabbed I:
- charged/synched my iPod
- opened a stack of mail and put 3 items to do in my bag for work
- dropped off dry cleaning
- got iced coffee
This is how I know my life is getting organized again.
It's a great day for the boss to be out because it's my long lunch which I have to take every other week to meet with mac's therapist.
Today, my arch nemesis is an Excel file.
I can feel it sucking every shred of good will, hope and happiness out of me.
Big boss brought bagels.
Thank god. I was about to start chewing on the table and if he'd brought donuts, I would have had to choose the table. (I have no idea why I was hungry this morning.)
Better yet, she doesn't do that oh-so-annoying thing I've noticed many female Twinkies on 24-hour news shows do: announce the news with that little questioning inflection at the end of sentences? Because that makes them less threatening or more feminine?
I'll add the way she said, "Bushed!" on last night's show.
Blargh on the uptalk. If you want ask people what they think or aren't sure, use a freakin' qualifier.
I woke up too late to make it to the gym. I put on gym clothes and ran out the door, looked at the clock, and realized I'd only have 15 minutes before i would have to go home and jump in the shower for work. My day is thrown.
Hoping that working late means I can get out early and make it before it closes.
I used the last of my meds on Sunday - thinking that I could just call in and get a refill. Of course, I didn't even look at them yesterday (I was out of sorts and not wanting to go anywhere) so I tried refilling them today and realized that I am out of refills. I made an appointment with my doctor (for the 22nd) and then talked to the refill nurse: it could be 48 hours. Is it just in my head that I'm starting to feel odd? (It's bp meds and allergy stuff I am refilling.)
ION - The Futon Critic takes a look at the revived Cupid.
