Man, now I have a horrid headache. I just want to go home and curl up in a small ball and ignore everyone and everything.
But I have karate at 4:30, which I KNOW will help. At least I don't have to deal with dinner (thank you pulled pork burbling in the crock pot).
I want to "Like" Jilli's post.
Me too.
Now I want chocolate.
But what if it had?
I think being careful is usually the right call with sick.
Now I want chocolate.
Yes. Someone bring me chocolate and a pot of tea? (Yes, I'm working from home and could get up and fetch my own, but I'm pinned under two laptops and an email thread.)
Oh, Robin Sachs died. Sad:
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Ugh. Am at work place where people are usually nice, but after the third time in three visits that I asked them to do something and they didn't do it...they wrote "please provide documentation from your superior that this is needed". My response is something like "fuck you". Because (a) I am not asking anything unusual or difficult (if it were, sometimes I would gladly provide evidence and say "I know this is weird/hard but..") and (b) "from your superior"?!? Seriously?!? How about I ask to see YOUR superior and point out its been three months and you haven't fucking done this?
How about I ask to see YOUR superior and point out its been three months and you haven't fucking done this?
I think that sounds like an excellent plan.
meara,
what did you really say, tho?
(man the balls/ovaries on some people).
Oh man, I just watched last night's HIMYM. It was soooo painfully Canadian. And I loved it.
Timelies all!
I'm sorry about your co-worker, Suzi.