That's just part of working, right?
I believe so, yes.
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That's just part of working, right?
I believe so, yes.
Congratulations, Erin!
So part of having a job is being on at least one committee that makes you want to stab your eye out, right?
If it's a good job, it's only one committee.
That's just part of working, right?
It has been at all the Universities I've ever worked for.
One of my co-workers just got a call that his mother has had a massive stroke, so he's flying home tonight. I told him not to worry about anything here, of course, but I am a little worried about the 4 classes I'll now have to teach next week for him.
EEEEEE!!! Yay, ERIN! (And whatever the board decides his acronym should be...)
I'm at the Jax airport... last leg of the escape. Had the tearful goodbyes with the in-laws (I'm very, very lucky in that I love them an awful lot and the feelings are reciprocated) and now we're just waiting and hoping we can get to Atlanta.
Never in my life have I felt so thoroughly unsentimental about leaving a house or city I've lived in.
And so excited for our new lives out west.
What a happy, happy week this has been between the Pix-Design wedding, Erin's engagement, Jess' baby news, and our running away.
I'm at the Jax airport... last leg of the escape.
Get out! Get out! Get out!!!
Get out! Get out! Get out!!!
I'm trying, I'm trying!
Flight's been delayed a half-hour at this point. Please fates, not any more.
What should I do if other family members bring it up?
Since I gave the advice that led to this, I feel the need to add something, even if it's only, "What everyone else said." You don't want to ask anyone to take sides in this.
Damn it. I'm having a depressingly familiar set of symptoms, the ones I had for last year's Sinus Infection That Would Not Die. I had a doctor appointment for 4:20. They're closing the office at 4 because of the weather. They apparently tried to call and then e-mailed. That's how I discovered my phone line is out. I tried to call back and just got voice mail. I left another number to call but they haven't yet. I want to throw some ammunition at this thing before Monday, because little tiny men are doing heavy construction in my sinuses.
To sum up: if you have EDS and think you've subluxed/dislocated something, do not ring a doctor. They will tell you that you can't dislocate joints unless you've fallen. *headdesk*
Ugh, Ginger. Health~ma.
Barb, wishing you no more delays. Having to negotiate airports and airlines in bad weather sucks.
You don't want to ask anyone to take sides in this.
Okay. Although they would totally take my side.