I'm sure it's different now with technology and etc., but when my father worked for the city, they would always have his salary wrong in the newspaper. Or it would include benefits in the total figure, or something.
Well, I can only vouch for mine, but it's right. Which means that any of you who know my real name and my local newspaper can find out my salary! Oh noes.
I am PMSing hard and want CHOCOLATE in all its glorious and varied forms.
Wednesdays are my Thursdays, since I have Fridays off.
Conference call over. Two follow-up meetings scheduled. Endless stack of virtual paper looms over me. Chocolate in kitchen calls plaintively. Cat purrs and then bites my hand. Today is going great, yeah.
Don't call it a comeback!
I've been here for years
Wednesday is me weekly day off.
I've been at work since 7.
Hec, I think you and T-Rex may have the same perfect woman.
K is getting 4 teeth, so the DH and I were up a lot in the night. This morning I also had a blood draw, so I had to be fasting. The doctor was late, so that didn't happen until 10 a.m. I'd been up since 4:30.
MOAR COFFEE PLZE
2 developers in my area are having a discussion. "Look at this awesome thing I did, the way I look at is is so advanced and complex." "No. no, but what about this awesome point that only I was smart enough to think of." "But, but here's something even better that you cannot understand because you look at things incorrectly." "wow, we are awesome, let's discuss it loudly and for a few more hours!"
xkcd takes on the gulf oil spill. It made me laugh.
Worst-Case Scenario
My Weds. is OK. I feel a lot better than yesterday. Playing catchup at work kinda sucks, but I did get an email from a friend I haven't heard from in a long while, which made me happy.