I remember watching S&E with my dad. On our little b&w tv. Mustard yellow. Dial. Wow.

I didn't get any of my personal stuff done today, all full up with meetings, some double booked. Ahrg. And a dog&pony show tomorrow.

I've discovered what is more frustrating than a slow swim: a slow swim in which I felt like I was fast. It felt good, at least. But I hate that I can't get it back. It'll have been a year of slowly getting slower now. I think I might be overthinking my turns.

Hmm. Can you change something up entirely to shake up your routine for a while? Switch strokes? Start with the opposite arm?

I went down and looked askance at the lake the other day. Still looks pretty damn cold. I need to get back on the fitness horse in general, especially before this summer. We have two months of camp (read: starchy camp food) and one of tour (read: crappy road food, no sleep, and little opportunity to work out) so I really need to get on track now, before all that hits.

One, I'm going to have to take something for the mild allergies that are triggering in me the wheezes. Not amused with that at all. Two, I might start going ball-to-the-wall, but in half mile increments. I just hate stopping. It interrupts my zen. Tradeoff between performance and mental benefit. Probably 75% of what I get out of the swim is mental space. Then another 50% (I know, doesn't math) bonus is the physical, which is probably also feedback into mental. I've just got a competitive streak. Even if it only with myself. I like improvement or at LEAST maintenance. I don't get annoyed until I see the time unless it was just a bad-feeling swim. Even then, I've accomplished it, it is better than no swim.

I AM GOING TO STAB SOMEONE IN THEIR STABBY PLACE.

Actually, I have all the approvals, and the data centre somehow managed to have the ability to respond to emergency requests from their biggest customer (I think she pushes back on me because she hates me; I think she hates me because I make her life miserable), and our end of the application tested out just fine. But I put the change in for two teams, and apparently their end is fuck all complicated because we've been done for exactly an hour now, and they can't give a thumbs up or down yet.

I started a(notther) 30 day drawing challenge this morning. Since this one isn't gay love, I can technically slip in working on it, maybe, at the office. I noticed it on my tumblr dash because Jasika Nicole is doing it. I'm not sure she has the precise same list I do, but I must be careful not to copy her answers. It will be weird doing a bunch of pictures that mostly don't have to do with people on my LCD screens. Hmm. Wonder how I'll do #5.

I extended Operation Pink to Modcloth, and am quite disappointed. They're weird anyway, but they don't have search by colour. This dress is ridiculously cute and also on topic, but I can't justify it. Damned shame, though... look at it.

Yes! They validated their end of the change I am so relieved I quoted the SPN gag reel on my way out of the email thread.

Yay for validation! Does that mean you're done or just can move on to the next step?

I am in the part of my day where I have so much shit to do because I took time out earlier in the day for damnable period cramps. But I am also soaking hide glue and playing with power tools and that's also my job, so I guess I'm not bitching too much.

I am so tired from the 3+ hour application last night that I am going to bed. No job search tonight.

Other contributing factors to my decision:

I applied for 2 jobs from work today, so I did make my application/day rule. We spend over an hour at urgent care after I got home - mac has a sprain/strain on his right thumb - splint, and pain med for 7 days - from there to pharmacy - we weren't home until 8.

Sleep, honey. Sorry for the medical drama.

Yay for validation! Does that mean you're done or just can move on to the next step?

We're DONE. I have learnt a bit of a lesson on this one about charging forward--there's no reason to assume all the wheels of bureaucracy can keep up with my impatience, nor should they. If the data centre balked at the changes today, when we told them 24 hours ago they were coming, they'd never have put it right yesterday. And slowing down in parts lets me make sure everything's right, and all the points of intersections with other people are considered (methodology is a huge deal for us this year, and I want to get all up in that), so I remember to tell the offshore tester that she can get back to work, etc.

But when we literally have worked out what the problem is, what is the point in delaying collecting information on why we have no connectivity? Other people can't find a more rooty root issue than that. Let's see what we can do to fix it. But I had so many blocks put in my way that a co-worker just got up and did the stuff that I was told to hold off on when I said I'd do it--but we have the same job title, I'm just senior. And when I got up and walked through the steps I was told to take, the people not in our group looked at me like a crazy person and said "but ou already did that..."

Anyway. Onto important things like why Vitamin Water thinks that ad hoc rap concerts on planes stuck on the tarmac are good things. I would want to cut a bitch.

Oh, poor Mac. Neither break nor bend things, son. How did he hurt himself?

msbelle, I keep hoping your job search is swift and effective.

I wore bamboo tights to work today. I have worn them before. My allergies are RAGING -- having a ton of fruit trees is awesome in any other time, but the combo of quince, pear and orange blossoms with night jasmine is KILLING ME. Anyway, back to the tights. I spent a little more time sitting than usual today, though I still got in 16,000 steps. And it was 80 degrees

As I'm driving home, my butt and tops of legs hurt. Like general discomfort. I take my dress and tights off and I look in the mirror and I have two giant rashes from the tights, because I have an underwear line where the rash stops. WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK?! The dress I wore is wool, though my underwear is cotton. If it weren't for that fact I'd just assume my body is rebelling against any and all plant matter.