Proscuitto and some balsamic vinegar?

Yay moved Jesse, with internet! That's really the key. Boxes shmoxes.

Scrappy, did you already see Step Up Revolution? I want to see it but haven't had a chance (I'm thinking maybe Sunday)

Yay moved Jesse, with internet! That's really the key. Boxes shmoxes

This is my feeling. I was laughing with the cable guy (who was nice and on time and got my stuff taken care of!) about how many people just sit down amid the boxes once he leaves.

Spread figs on baguette round with goat cheese and toast. BLISS.

I hope I can find someone to watch Step Up Revolution with me.

msbelle, yay for finding a home for the kitten! That's awesome.

Spiced fig jam on brie is one of life's greatest pleasures.

(Cut the brie into cubes first for better scoopability, then nuke it for a minute with jam on top.)

Hi folks! My workday infolved going to the company picnic and being handed many drinks with vodka. (Which is why there are typos in this post, as I'm leavining the m in so you can see how bad of a typist I really awm.)

Now I need to become not-tipsy, so I can fisnish the prep-work for the steampunk event I'm vending at tomorrowl. Whee?

Yay for a successful move, Jesse!

Jilli wins for best work day!

I have decided to reup my Costco membership as I find I miss some things, like the cook-at-home tortillas and the salmon. And the pants I used to buy for DH, as it turns out he doesn't buy his own.

Has anyone else seen the new lolcat/meme thing where they say "ermagerd"? I just this minute realized it means "oh my god" and not Ermengarde (the old fashioned name).

Also, with many people, one topic per email is all they can handle. You can't say, "Please do X, and also remember that Y is due Thursday." You have to send two separate emails, one on each topic.

Ugh. What is wrong with those people? That's like having a different to-do list for each task.

Random question. Why do some tattoos have crisp lines and some don't? Age of tat? Different ink? Skill of artist?

ION I'm about to see Eastland at Lookingglass Theatre.

I was correct in predicting today would be info-chasing. I'm in the middle of a web chat with a vendor's support line, trying to find out from them when on Sunday morning (midnight window again) they're doing our change. I tried to chase down our people to find out exactly what to do, and I tried asking for permission, and I tried asking for forgiveness (telling him I was just going to do it), and neither worked--I ended up getting someone else to ask, since he wasn't really reading my emails.

The vendor tells me at 5pm that they need official approval to execute the Sunday change, when I've been asking them "Next step? Next step?" since 11. Five o'clock on a Friday is not when you tell me you need executive involvement. So I'm not breaking a sweat about that.

And! My boss doesn't think this is supposed to happen this weekend anyway, so I'm officially going to turn off the giving a fuck machine for the weekend. I just...I don't care enough today...this week. I had an argument with my sleep doctor who wanted me to not take sleep meds at least one school night a week. I told her that if I can't sleep a halfway decent night's sleep, I can't work the next day, and forget the pain I'll be in--I can't afford the sick days. "But only skipping taking meds on the weekend won't work as well!" "I would prefer to have a job so I can afford to pay for the medication." "What happens when they stop working entirely?" "Well, I will have managed to squeeze out a couple more months of paycheques."