Buffy ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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.
After a morning of dealing with annoying situations, I was reminded who my favorite person is to work with, because he called to ask me about two things in the best possible way.
Also, the lady in the cafeteria gave me extra bacon in my sandwich today.
Suela, don't you have regular project status.meetings where these issues could be addressed?
No, we don't. I will ask my boss to schedule them, because I don't see otherwise how I can get any information out of her. Begging and badgering just doesn't do anything.
Things that make me happy:
This place.
Watching Splash with Sara.
Sunshine.
ita I am so sorry.
Today is wear boots? Okay, I can do that when I go out to run errands. The question is: skeleton feet Doc Martins, or Fluevog babycakes?
Wasn't someone in the market for a glass skull candle holder? [link]
You rang? Oooh, that is a good one. Thank you for the link!
Things that make me happy:
The kitties, all four of them.
That I wrote over 1K words on the fiction project last night.
That someone from a Large Internet Retailer emailed me asking for my resume.
That while I miss SoCal, Seattle autumn means boots and velvet blazers, whoo!
Things that make me happy:
My brother is visiting this weekend.
Flexiril.
It will eventually be 5:00.
oh, ita !, I'm so sorry. What a shitastic week. People have already said it first, and better, so I'ma say "What they said."
Because it deserves its own post:
ita, that sucks about your mom's cancer. I am so sorry.
Ooh, Jilli - it makes me happy that you have a fiction project in the works.
Gorgeous fall days like today make me happy.
Beautiful yarn makes me happy.
My little old lady cat makes me happy.
New art supplies make me happy.
The cafe downstairs puts aside a cupcake brownie with fudge icing for me every week so I can get two per week. They've even written my name on it.
Which helps me get past my anger at the towing company that lied to me yesterday and was going to be cheerfully late today and still hasn't come for my car yet, and past the random emotional breakdowns I've had so far. I only have to get through five or so hours at work. That's all. Then I can go home, and ... I dunno. But at least I'll be home.
As for prognosis, we don't know yet. We'll know more next week. Right now we're operating on "mass on scan" and "explains a year of symptoms" and "we're sure that's it".
I know any prognosis is going to make me break down. Just because.
Things that make me happy:
Oh! How could I forget? I have the Family Flea in my city now!