Windsparrow, that is utterly ridiculous.

Omnis, it sounds as if your boss is wise.

Oh, but you should. That way future readers will wonder where the frack that phrase came from.

hah. Historians, fear me!

Andi, I'd say WTF except I've seen it before. It's like they deliberately make it as difficult as possible to pay and manage bills for mental health visits. I'm not a conspiracy person, but I swear, it feels like a conspiracy to get as much money as possible out of a population uniquely ill-equipped to deal with the knots of red tape and the endemic bureaucratic incompetence. I think you should write up exactly what you've said here and send a copy of it to the highest higher-up you can suss out of every agency you had to deal with. And copy the President while you're at it. I admire you for keeping your cool as well as you did; I would have been screaming far sooner, and on the phone too.

omnis, good grief. Some people just complain to validate their existence; as long as your boss isn't worried about it, I say you shouldn't worry either.

omnis, good grief. Some people just complain to validate their existence; as long as your boss isn't worried about it, I say you shouldn't worry either.

Zenkitty has said what I was thinking.

I was thinking about writing up my lovely tale to send to the company president with a lovely CC: State's Attourney General.

I was thinking about writing up my lovely tale to send to the company president with a lovely CC: State's Attourney General.

I say fuck yeah.

To round-up today: Proofreading that needed to get done today got done. I didn't finish washing the dishes, but turns out I didn't need to, so that's okay. I did wash the bed linens, and will be forced to put them back on by the power of wanting to sleep on them. I didn't put away any laundry, screw that. Litterboxes, uh, hang on... okay, litterboxes are clean. The main thing I did today was deal with my dishwasher.

People, heed my words of hard-won wisdom: clean your motherhonking dishwashers. For therein lies an evil, hidden under the bottom of the door, hidden behind the rubber corner-guard things that keep water from coming out, hidden in the filter you can't see without sticking your head in the dishwasher like a confused Sylvia Plath. This evil is the decaying remains of the bits of food that got trapped in the crevices and didn't flush away. This evil smells worse than Lazarus on the second day. This evil is getting on your dishes even as the dishwasher cleans them. Gird your loins, take up an old toothbrush, get on your knees, and scrub the crevices of your dishwasher, as I have done this day, and may the spirit of Lovecraft be with you.

Go, Zenkitty!

le_ n, how goes it?

confused Sylvia Plath

Snirk.

I've had to do that with a dishwasher before.

Cleaning your washing machine is a good idea too. I never really thought about it (other than when I was living at Dad with his super hard water and cleaned out the sieve thing at the hose). But I saw a thing on Pinterest This is the link [link]

I did it and mine had CAT HAIR EVERYWHERE.

At My Plastic Free Life she actually took the machine apart and cleaned it [link]

But I haven't tried that.

hey, not bad! (I appreciate the public accountability).

I didn't get far with packing, but I was working on my proposal. I didn't get anything written, but I read a bunch of articles, took notes, and will write tomorrow to hand off to a co-author. I need my right brain to percolate on some ideas overnight.

I was/am fucking low energy, so I did some other things on my massive to do list (change addresses), sent some cashiers checks that total a queen's ransom to various people.

Tomorrow my to-do list:

a) do my ~700 words and outline the proposal for co-authors

b) pack for 2-3 hours or more

c) plan for fucking dinner tomorrow

d) mail tax form to new employer so I can get reimbursed for some of this shit

I can't believe you guys are letting animal barf lie around.

Don't do that!

Well, let's see. I worked 10 hours in an airless 100 degree sweatbox, came home, walked the dog, fed all three animals, hopped in the shower, went to dinner with an out-of-town work colleague. On my way out the door, I discovered that a cat had peed on my bed (this has never happened before, I am half angry and half worried). I doused it in Nature's Miracle and left (thank heavens for a waterproof mattress cover). Came back to find that Frankie had peed on the floor, despite his pre-dinner walk. So I have animal urine to deal with in two places (one of which is where I sleep), an email that has to go out, and twenty minutes until I need to be in bed. And maybe one spoon left. That barf is staying right where it is for at least one more day (and let's be honest, probably until Sunday at least, since I'm working Friday AND Saturday).

Plus, the barf had already dried when I found it, so. Situation not getting any worse. Poof!! Out of sight, out of mind.

Nephew just texted me a while ago to tell me he is available from 9:30 to 1:00 tomorrow while he's in town. It looks like another long drive in the morning for me. And I had to text him back to find out the where because all he said was "the hotel". It's a good thing I love him.