Oh, smonster, she
loves
the dress. She's just very fickle about when and where pictures of her face are permitted; this is why almost all the super-cute pictures of her lately are also way off center, because I have to sneakily grab a shot in passing. If I try to take an obvious and official picture, she resists.
Sunday...not sure. We're usually in the East Bay for a good chunk of Sunday, returning around midafternoon and spending the rest of the evening loafing at home. What time will you be around?
Sunday...not sure. We're usually in the East Bay for a good chunk of Sunday, returning around midafternoon and spending the rest of the evening loafing at home. What time will you be around?
Oh, if you're going to be in the East Bay earlier, maybe you could stop by? That would actually be better because I have various stuffed animals Matilda may enjoy tossing around. I think I have a bunny. Also you can see all my posters.
Today, my advisor responded to an email promptly, was early for a meeting, and had talked to a few people about being on my defense committee. And when I couldn't remember something about my research, he told me that it's OK, I'm not expected to remember everything, and to try not to let myself get too stressed.
I'm pleased, but puzzled.
Maybe he changed his meds.
I was going to make spaghetti for dinner, because Passover is done. I thought I had some spaghetti, but I don't. Can't really find any combination of food to put together to make a meal, actually.
Had the monthly meeting with my supervisor, went over year goals. Apparently my team interactions need improvement. We live in cubicles and talk to people on the phones and chat lines. Apparently I'm supposed to participate in the over-the-walls discussions that occur and which I thought were annoying. He asked "Do you have any friends here?" I said, "No, I'm here to work, not have friends." "Well, there you go." I mean, I don't snarl at them in the hallways, and there are some folk I trade jokes and comments on television with, but I don't hang out with my co-workers after work. There are probably two or three people in my entire work life who I would actually be happy to call friend, but on the whole, this isn't where my social life takes place--unless I'm on line of course :)
My bogglement at the idea did not impress my supervisor. Maybe my definition of friend is different than the bosses'.
I've never liked the idea of making friends at work. It's cool if it happens by accident but I hate the forced merriment of office birthday parties and suchlike.
We'd totally come over, P-C, but there's the tiny matter of having no car and being totally dependent on BART and my dad.
It's cool if it happens by accident but I hate the forced merriment of office birthday parties and suchlike.
Yup, I loathe forced merriment in any setting.
