Oh Suzi, how awful. Poor girl.
It used to drive me crazy on all those early out days when I'd still be doing my usual 10 plus hours.
I have a ton of work to do, but have decided to say fuck it, and take the leave early, and let it slide until Thursday. I finished up the one massively urgent thing around 3pm and said "DONE". Though I still have email on my phone, so I'll see if they respond to the urgent thing with "oh crap"
Also, just volunteered to have BBQ here tomorrow (host's fridge broke). Uh oh. Need to clean house. Like WHOAH. Hope there's still food at the store.
AND, someone might want to adopt our foster cat--we've been asked to bring him in so they can meet! Roomie is upset and trying to decide if she needs to adopt him herself. :)
And I made reservations for an indulgent spa day on Friday. Woot.
They gave all the regular employees here 2 hours off this afternoon, but since I'm a contractor I don't get it. So I'm still here. Not being very productive.
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday sj!
Felt better when I woke up this morning. Guess a good night's sleep(plus a bit of sweating) helped. However, the point where my hip meets my thigh bone hurts whenever I move it. Oh, body, why do you hate me?
I'm still in shock. I never had the chance to get to know the hubby. Between him being very reserved and time away with the Navy, it was never condusive. They live across the Sound from Seattle. I just need to win the lotto so I can get out there.
The winds with the thunderstorms that are moving through the area overturned six tractor-trailers south of town.
I begin to see why I haven't heard back from colleague in Atlanta who is supposed to be sending me something.
How awful, Suzi. Sending hope to that poor girl.
And for you msbelle, sending lambic over the internets. And a nice drink for you too Suela.
In defiance of the heat, I am going to make quinoa fruit salad with honey lime dressing. But not with the mint, because I hate mint. Maybe ginger instead.
Damn, Suzi. I hope for much healing for her daughter and the family as a whole.
I can't really see beard in that pic, Hec. But good looking out.
Work ended early today, but there was an effectively mandatory (ita ! are you gonna be there this time???) goodbye lunch. So not as much free time regained as I'd planned.
And you know when you dislike someone, so their every action is viewed through a lens of irritation, and you can't get past that? The guy it takes me seventeen tries to communicate a technical request to orders lunch:
"I'd like the carnitas burrito, no meat, no beef, no chicken," he says.
"Do you want the bean and cheese burrito, then?" queries the waitress.
"No--the carnitas burrito, but no meat no beef no chicken."
"So you only want us to put in the beans and cheese?"
"No meat..."
At which point the waitress makes her exit.
Not to mention--I hear my name being used at the other end of the table, so I turn around.
"Ask me what?"
"The question we've been talking about for the last ten minutes." I swear he sneered as he said this, all bias aside.
"I haven't been listening to you..."
At which point the boss stepped in and actually asked me the question, with lack of laughing or sneering.
And they think me buying 25 things of dental floss to take back to Jamaica is the funniest "When you come, make sure you bring..." story of all time.
I'm not sure me taking pictures of myself trying on different bras and text messaging them to my sister so she could pick what she wanted is
funnier,
strictly speaking. But it's something.
