Jilli! Go look at kittens!

Extra special hell for the Citizens United judges.

So we did get pulled off the site (duh) and went to another site, and Someone up the chain threw a completely irrational hissy fit. Whatevs, yo.

Ugg. Bad day. Shit flying. Too much to do. And body not behaving. Doesn't help that the rain/cold has finally arrived that they have been talking about for a week now, and I am dressed for not rain/cold, and being the wuss that I am... well.. not helping. Uggg. Stress. Hate it. Blargh.

(no hairpats needed... just venting)

Gah, my supervisor has said "I need your measurable goals for these subjective categories." I said, "But how do you measure the subjective? How do we measure my effort in getting other people to not do things?" He grins: "Well, I guess I'm inviting you to come up with a way for me to measure it."

IE, I have no clue in hell, come up with a way for me.

All writing my own goals feels like is "Outline all the ways you can fail so we can fire you, and make the noose pretty, after all, you'll have to wear it."

I'm trying to think "Decide what you can reasonable do and write that down," but explicitly stating goals only feels like I'm inviting the universe to come up with a way to thwart me. Like I only have a chance of surviving if I don't give the universe a chance to draw bead on me.

And slapping the smarmy grin off your twenty-years-young male supervisor only gets you fired.

Make your metric something only you can measure. So you get to grade yourself. "Did I meet this goal? Yes I did." If your supervisor does not like what you come up with, invite him to suggest something better.

Aaaaugh, no email today.

::deep breath::

If I don't have an email by midday tomorrow (well, what you people call midday, what I call breakfast time), I will send a polite, upbeat query to the HR person.

I, given a choice, don't use a flat sheet. Not really much to make, then. Fitted sheet, and blanket that never gets tucked in.

Living in Denmark changed my bedmaking style forever. No flat sheet...flannel duvet cover in winter, cotton in summer.

Bed making is piling the three pillows I use, along with my stuffed squid, and pulling up the duvet.

I'm so much more comfortable and tidy.

{{{Sail}}} I'm sorry for your loss.

Jilli, tons of job~ma.

We thought we might be able to get away without putting anymore oil into this apartment, but apparently not so much. We're going to have to at least make a minimum purchase to get us through until we move.

I need to make a decision. Anybody want to help?

It looks like my new potential dog (nee: Pork Chop) will be available this weekend.

I'm clutching a bit, but I'm not sure why.

Yes, I have been enjoying sleeping in a lot, but that seems a feeble excuse for putting it off.

On the other hand, I feel so weird walking in the world without Bartleby and I have no place to put all the love/focus that makes me feel alive.

The dog lives 3 hours away, but it feels like an appropriate investment of time in light of the 10+ year commitment. He is the one who most closely fits my criteria of all the ones I've looked at.

My most severe block is figuring how how to tell the foster person that I need to test the dog in an environment like my neighborhood before I commit to him.

Ideally, I'd like to bring him home for the weekend with the caveat that I would take him back if things didn't work out. I assume I'd have to pay the adoption fee upfront, but I'd love to know that I'd get it back if I took him back.

I hate to be all dodgy, but this is a huge commitment and I need to know that my lifestyle will work for the dog. The last potential would have been miserable here.

I know it is impossible to make a perfect decision, but this one seems worthy of scrutiny.

bonny, don't hesitate to ask for that trial weekend.

After Anna died and I was looking for my next kitty companion I found Rose at an adoption day. I thought she was perfect for me - and I was sure I was going to adopt her (I posted her picture here). But before I committed to the adoption the woman who was fostering let me take her on a trail basis. I didn't pay the adoption fee up front and I think I had a week to decide. This turned out to be the best thing because Rose wasn't the right cat for me and she ended up going back with no hard feelings between me, the woman who was fostering her, or the organization she was with.