Yay mom-of-Dana!

Consula, I'm sorry about your mom's possible stroke and associated doctor disagreements.

The wasp was up at the ceiling and my ceilings are probably 10-15 high. I couldn't get it to hit it. I prefer that such things fly out of my space if I can help it.

Ah, yeah, that's way too high unless you have one of those long distance hornet killer cans.

I think what I need is to firm up what my baseline charge is. So I can spout it off without hesitation or guilt. The woman that I did flowers for, when I tried to discuss rates, rushed out "I trust you" when I was all "I don't trust ME!". And when her check failed to come in until two weeks later, I was certain she'd decided to stiff me (not to mention I was out 200 of my own change awaiting reimbursement on top of my fee). Seed money is goooood.

You know those days when you fall so far down the rabbithole of code (or some other task) that when you come up for air you feel functionally hungover, or possibly still drunk in a bad way? Yeah. One of those. And I'm not sure how to fit the rest of the week into the week.

And I can't even get the code squirrel to shut down.

Swim was surreal. I was both mentally and physically checked out and spacey.

If they don't want to pay it then they can make the decision not to hire you.

That a thousand times.

Suela, continued good wishes in figuring out stuff for your parents. And a job!

Finally heard word back from attorney, and he is positive about no loss of license (I will hang myself if this turns out to be false. There's a nice maple branch at work that'll do nicely) and am awaiting his opinion on whether I will still have to serve community service. My bail is in, so fines are covered (I'm actually excited about the money that I'll get back!) and we'll see how my insurance fares with any points added to my license. (seriously, two months lapse. I truly suck at life. Also, NJ sucks balls, and not because of I-95).

Good luck, Julie!

It's been rather humid all day and it smells of honeysuckle outside. I'm going to enjoy that because OMG, I am so just mentally wiped. I hate hormones and obligation.

First hummingbirds of the season at the feeder this evening, yay!

My ED corralled us this morning to tell us about his dead brother, who was the last living blood relation of his, and how he d'.id the one thing he'd sworn not to do, whihc was shut down and keep away his support system, which is his fellow coworkers.

I was on the edge of tears on his behalf.

I was also thinking "how is this a good time to say "sorry, I may lose my license and this may impact my workload since I can't legally drive the company vehicle to the transfer station"". I also failed to complain about the DB DD letting her interns use my desk without asking for my permission. I didn't argue it at the time since the president of our current fundraiser was talking with said interns, and the next morning is news of a dead brother. Which makes my complaint small potatoes. But. bitch, seriously.

I overheard snippets of a conversation about tents, and her response was "I'm not used to not being able to say "give me your most expensive tent". Honey, who do you think you work for? You do actually want to make a profit on this fundraiser, right? Asking for a tent with skylights cost money, check it out.