I think if you want peace and quiet on a public lake you need a boat. And even then you sometimes have to move.

We're having a bad thunder storm and tornado warnings and it is the hour TCG commutes home. Do not like.

In the continuing saga of OMGWTFBBQ, my business director (who will hereafter be referred to as TINO) apparently was supposed to talk to me about this WEEKS ago and never bothered to, which is why the poor IT director finally took things into her own hands to let me know. Want to hear the best part though? No, really, this is the best. Turns out that the IT department has had a replacement Macbook waiting for me for two weeks...a TWO YEAR OLD replacement. So Tino wants me to pay full price for a brand new laptop and then give me a two-year old one. Yeah. Also, he lied to the IT Director; told her that the senior admin had made the decision when really it was all him.

Wow, Tino. You are a dick.

Unfortunately, Tino has a lot of power--he's the IT director's supervisor--so I still don't know what is going to come of this. But wow. The IT director is furious on my behalf and furious that he lied to her.

So Tino wants me to pay full price for a brand new laptop and then give me a two-year old one.

WHAT.

Yeah. Because, see, that's the replacement cost for the school. The laptop *I* have is apparently irrelevant.

Seriously.

Pix, that really sucks.

It looks like there was an actual tornado in Springfield.

I took a look at my silverware drawer (which contains no actual silver, so far as I know) to suss out my chopstick storage arrangement. I have two of those divided cutlery holder things, one for my good set of flatware and one for the mismatched riffraff that I have randomly collected over the years (but that I will not get rid of, because if I did I would run out of spoons that much faster (literal spoons, to be clear)). I lump together the salad forks and dinner forks of the mismatched riffraff, which frees up a section to fill with chopsticks.

The one unfinished wooden chopstick that somehow doesn't have a mate lives next to the electric kettle so it can serve its purpose of stirring proto-coffee in the french press. For a while there we were going through two spoons every time DH made coffee because he'd use one to stir the pot and then need a fresh one for the sugar because sticking a wet spoon into the sugar bowl would just be wrong, so the lone chopstick helped a lot with that. I also know that if a spoon is left there (on the hot beverage center, as I like to think of it), it can be used on a second cup of coffee, maybe even in a cup of tea.

Stay safe, TCG.

Eta: that is ridiculous, Pix.

Okay, wow, the ass-chapeau that mr. business director is wearing is quite impressive.

TCG is home. We're still under a warning.

I feel your pain, pix. You may recall the saga of the wrong meds? Well, it turns out that the doctor read the notes of my call, and decided to change my prescription to something stronger to take care of the problem. So, good for him for trying to take care of his patient, BUT no one talked to me, so when I went to pick it up, I thought that I'd been given the wrong meds AGAIN. Ugh. And now they're telling me to just take the new meds. Um, in the middle of a cycle? What good is that going to do?