Ugh msbelle, sorry to hear about the crazy hectic day, but yay for the going home to bourbon and double yay to the interview.
Yes, there is. There's a hurry, Xander. I'm dying...I may have as few as fifty years left.
Anya ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
Burrell - Apr 08, 2013 2:51:56 pm PDT #17760 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Amy - Apr 08, 2013 2:55:48 pm PDT #17761 of 30001
Because books.
if not a flat out necessity
Oh, definitely a necessity. What a day, msbelle. What I don't understand is how little they value you for juggling so much stuff all the time.
Amy - Apr 08, 2013 2:55:48 pm PDT #17762 of 30001
Because books.
Didn't need to say it twice.
msbelle - Apr 08, 2013 3:06:55 pm PDT #17763 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I am trying not to be super bitter about this other part. One of the other admins got pulled into a week long training class for project management. Not only does that take away some back-up support for me in a cray cray busy week, BUT it is prepping her to take the Project Management Certification course - a respected certification that could get her a leg up on looking for a job elsewhere - something I would REALLY LIKE. I have not been encouraged to take any concrete skills training. Granted she has been here a lot longer than me. not bitter not bitter - happy for her opportunity.
Kat - Apr 08, 2013 3:07:09 pm PDT #17764 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Ugh, msbelle, enjoy the bourbon. Sorry about the crap.
I have too much crap to figure out.
Juliebird - Apr 08, 2013 3:44:59 pm PDT #17765 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
Oh joy, what did Monday bring me? Three hours of sleep, a desperate need for short and a tank top in the heat spike, cramps, and, oh yeah, on my bread run at lunch I got a ticket. The cop said that I should call about the court date because it's never what's on the ticket. But that's only if I want to contest the ticket, which I don't. I deserve that ticket, I own that ticket. I want to make my misery go away with money. (I can't remember the last time I got a ticket, but they never pointed out the court date before, and the necessity of it isn't marked, it says I can just pay).
So, question is, do I still need to call? Or is making my payment tomorrow enough? (I tried paying today after work, but the website isn't accepting my ticket number. How long does it take for them to enter it into the system?)
billytea - Apr 08, 2013 4:25:53 pm PDT #17766 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Of late, Biyi's been watching this period drama-slash-soap opera set in the harem of one of the emperors of the Qing dynasty. It's all in Chinese, so I have only a basic understanding of what's going on, but to an outside eye it seems to be a strangely compelling blend of Survivor, The Bachelor, and I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.
Dana - Apr 08, 2013 4:54:04 pm PDT #17767 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
My masseuse beat the crap out of my shoulders, and now I want to take an epsom salt bath, but everything is packed.
SuziQ - Apr 08, 2013 5:00:05 pm PDT #17768 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Ok, I know my emotions are on high this week but someone crying on tv set off a 20 minute sobbing jag. I'm still trying not to hyperventalate. Slow deep breaths. Holy crap. Thankfully I'm home alone, though I think I scared the cats.
sarameg - Apr 08, 2013 5:04:12 pm PDT #17769 of 30001
I wish I had a masseuse. I've iced and foam rollered and unnnng. I've made obscene noises lying on a baseball on the floor. It's one spot. And last night's horrific swim did not help (it felt good at the time. But the times were bad, and whatever the fuck I was doing left me in grinding pain today. Or maybe that was my bra. Seriously, wearing a bra hurts. WTFF.)
Bonus for this week, it's a busy one, my email inbox had diarrhea today, I have a thing to prep for on Wed that will mean I can't bug out, and I'm having serious dire conversations with my head about Devi's future. And next week is a conference I can't bug out of (was in Spain last year!)
In short, fuck this shit.