Wow, Bev, that's a fascinating insight into so many aspects of your life. Story of a Face indeed.
As I scroll through various news headlines I keep hitting variations on "Pakistan Warns U.S. Against Further Attacks on Pakistani Soil."
And I keep having the same involuntary reaction: "Pfft."
After either the Pakistani government's (a) massive incompetence, or (b) damning complicity (most likely) they're pretty fucking lucky Team Six didn't bitch slap every member of their cabinet on the way out.
My cat just got diagnosed with hyperthyroid and had all those symptoms (weight loss, hunger, fur). He's been on meds since Feb and has gained about 2 lbs and his fur look shiny and pretty.
Kittenish just got her most recent labs back today and she's doing great. We've been treating her thyroid for six years. She's plump and sassy right now with gorgeous fur.
Can anyone take a look at my resume?
I hadn't really looked at it in years, and I really pared it down to just the relevant library experience. Now, it looks really bare. I need someone to tell me if I should add the two years I worked at the circulation desk in college back in 1986-88, or if that's too piddly for what I need. I've got three other jobs listed, including my current one.
I am in such a goddamned foul mood. I guess that's what two days of staring at code and this crash timeline have wrought.
And I'm supposed to go out tonight. I'd beg off, but it is just the two of us and we've had the plans for a while.
Students have finished their test today and I have a day of onerous tasks ahead! yay?
My students finished their final exams. Tomorrow I have to post their grades. I have a headache and a sore throat and I'm getting sick.
I'm beating myself up about work stuff it's waaaaay too late to do anything about.
I vote wine.
I think I'm going to bite the bullet and get this resume uploaded to the USAJobs website. Gah!
Maybe I'll wait a few minutes...
I have a wonderful overtime opportunity tomorrow, which is normally one of my days off. Fortunately just a half shift. Dammit. I'm too old to be appeased with "But we're paying you overtime, I don't know why you're upset."