'Help'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sophia, can you get a little club soda to clean up the shoulder?
Thank you for giving me the idea. I didn't find club soda, but I was able to get peroxide, which helped. I wish I had vinegar, because peroxide and vinegar seems to totally neutralize the odor.
Of course I am meeting with my big!boss today, who also just got promoted so she is the uber!boss.
My twitter got hacked too, and I can't delete the stupid spammy tweet.
In first world problems, I just realized that my cat peed on the shoulder of the dress I am wearing! I have to spend 10 more hours in this dress.
That's a problem in any world.
People who live within city limits in Cincy -- even if it's a neighborhood with houses that have yards, rather than a downtown loft apartment -- are not allowed to have chickens. So there's this burgeoning underground chicken movement, and I am not joking. I know of at least 2 people on my wee street who have coops in their backyard. Basically, it's not like the cops have the time to look for people to bust for illegal chicken possession, so the only time it's an issue is if a neighbor reports them.
We are having the same issue here, Steph.
According to my research, chickens are legal in Cincinnati as long as they keep quiet and don't smell bad:
In NYC, chickens are considered "pets" and you are allowed an unlimited number of hens!
In my fantasyland where I have a lot of money, my neighbor and I are going to convert the roof of our building to sod and keep chickens up there. (With chicken wire, of course, so they don't try to jump off.)
Godammit. My boss is insane. She's all "oh, you can handle things without involving me! use your judgement!" when she doesn't want to be bothered, but silly me, I went and made a decision all on my own, and now she's pissed off. She even admitted the decision I made was the logical thing to do, but she's still sore. And now she's off yelling at my assistant for doing what I asked her to do! Something that is actually fairly routine and the other managers don't flip the fuck out about it.
I don't hate my job. I hate my crazy-ass boss. If I were still in the office and having to deal with her every day, I'd probably have either quit or had a heart attack by now. I've asked the Big Boss before if I could switch to another team - as has everyone who's ever worked for this woman - but no. Because I "know how to handle her". Fuck, yes: fling Prozac at her and hide behind a desk.
Fuck.
Zenkitty: that sucks.
Changing topics: I wish I had a desk chair with a back warmer - you know, like you can have in cars, because my back is extra stiff today.
sumi - would a heat patch work? I keep a box of my preferred brand - Therma Care - in my office for days like that. (Also good for when the AC has gone into deep freeze mode.)
It might. I'll stop in at Walgreen's on my way home and see what they've got.
There was another bank robbery here in Highland Park this morning. I walked past the bank just after the cops arrived--I missed running into the robber by a few minutes.