Willow ,'Showtime'
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.
That's bullshit, by the way.
Really? I'm not criticising my boss here, you know. No one wants people they don't hate sick--there are a bunch of reasons I don't want to tell my boss I need sick time. #1 is "I don't want to be sick" and "#2 is I'd rather be working on the project". I'd at least hope he agrees with #1. #2 might sound cold, but how can you not prefer that to me being ill? Like I said, I sure do.
Of course he would prefer that you're not sick, but he can't be angry with you for it.
Oh ita, your feelings are totally understandable, but sarameg is right. Hospital is a medical necessity right now and work has to be on hold.
He's going to be mad about two things--a bad call I made today, and the project lead being out unavailable for at least one day with 10 business days left to go on the project. I am angry about both those things too, and anxious. They aren't good, and no matter what the reasons for either, they'll have to be coped with, in terms of juggling tasks and crashing the project schedule.
I'm entirely not looking forward to any of that. And it's harder to think of any of that with the headache, and while I feel braced for getting the same doctor this visit too.
On a trivial note, I was flipping through a "25 worst names ever" list, and saw a friend's mother on it, but her name was spelt wrong. Said friend had mentioned when we were back for sister's b-day that her mother's name was misspelt on all those lists, but I didn't expect to actually see it. Doesn't alter the worstness of the name, though.
Can I ask what the name is?
I know someone who worked with an asshole doctor named Richard Head, who actually went by the name Dr. Dick Head. And my mom went to school with a guy whose name was Harry Bahls III. The third!
Went to high school with Peter Whacker. I heard he changed his name in college.
This is Buffista conversation number six or seven, but I never get tired of it.
A man named Richard Head owned a biker bar in Houston. It was called "Dickhead's" . It may have already been closed when I lived in HOuston.
I babysat for a boy named Merrywether. He went by Merry. He was a III.
I went shooting today! My friend had posted asking if anyone wanted to go, and I was like "sure, why not?" figuring shooting a gun was on my "I should do this sometime in my life" list (not quite a bucket list, but...includes things like that, and like "Learn how to drive stick shift" and stuff).
Totally bizarre and not what I expected. Outdoors (also bizarre because it's OCTOBER in SEATTLE and it was HOT AND SUNNY WTF), in this old quarry. Nothing set up, it's in a state park and people just bring some lawnchairs and whatever guns or targets they want, and go crazy. I shot two of my friend's guns (a 38 and a 9 mil) and three of her coworkers had also come, so I got to shoot one of the coworkers' AK-47! Madness. (Seriously, dude, who the fuck needs an AK-47?!?!) It was all a bit odd to me, but entertaining! I'm even more amused that after I posted about it on FB, one of MY old coworkers (who is a teapartier, and got married at a drive-through wedding chapel in Vegas, on her motorcycle) 'liked" it. Heh.
I think in the future if I were going to do it again, I'd like to go to a more...uh...formal? setting. Y'know, so I could see if I was actually hitting anything other than the ground? But it was kinda fun this time, because it was so very very country (friend is from Arkansas).