Lobstered out? Does not compute.

I don't remember the last time I had a lobster roll...

I am trying to download the latest version of Vectorworks on my work computer and the time remaining is bouncing around between 5 hours and 30 hours. *sigh*

I'll take a lobster roll. I don't think I've ever had one.

So, the bonus I got last week wasn't for one of the projects I've been busting my ass over, working all these OT hours. Instead it is for being willing to provide support for a program I stopped using about 5 years ago.

The program was built in house in about 1995 and has been supported by a contract employee. She maintains the program, leads any new contract ser-ups, training new users, working with corporate systems when there are integrations changes, and so much more. Well, she is retiring next month and corporate is now realizing how much she was doing and how screwed they are once she leaves. She gave them 6 months notice and they have been trying to figure out how to fill the coming void. So far it looks like at least 3 people will be picking up pieces of the work. I've had at least 3 meetings with corporate folks to provide my input even though it isn't part of my job description anymore.

So, anyway, bonus is nice, even after taxes. My boss sent me the write up, copying his boss, then someone else copied a couple of corporate mucky mucks and I'm feeling very blushy.

Timelies all!

Despite having grown up in New England, I don't think I've ever had a lobster roll. Lobster, yes.(There was a place in a nearby town that had a double lobster special that my family would get.)

I went to a place called Lunch out towards the South Fork that was supposedly renowned for its lobster rolls. It was 95% cole slaw. Very untasty and disappointing.

And I'm going to a networking event after work tonight.

D'oh. I'm trying to shove a Shout wipe through the series of tubes.

My Fitbit Flex arrived! Now I just need to get used to wearing something on my wrist again.

I'm trying to shove a Shout wipe through the series of tubes.

Well, you can't really see it, but I do hope I don't smell of chicken and coconut milk.

That might make you more appealing! You know, like baking cookies in a house you're trying to sell?

When my mom went to her doctor to complain that her foot started hurting if she walked more than 3 miles, he gave her some "I wish I could get my other patients to walk 3 miles often enough to know it hurt" backchat.

Things to buy for my new commute (thank goodness the train station is right next to the grocery store!): shoe inserts (my feet are already blistered), baby powder. Need to dig out my backpack and lots of handkerchiefs, pack extra shirts and socks and extra water.

I decided that when I break the news to my boss that I can't drive for two weeks that I'm just going to keep it at that, forget the circumstances and all the nuances. Two weeks suspension, no driving of the work vehicle, going to need ocassional rides to the bank and the florist. Just enough information as far as it impacts my work habits, and the rest is none of her business.

Oh, and more bs NJ traffic laws: if you can't find your insurance/drivers license, even if it happens to be in the backseat or trunk, or just lost in the mess of your passenger seat, and is current, the very fact that you can't produce the physical document at the time of being pulled over is equal to not having any current or legal documentation At All.

WTF NEW JERSEY?!!! I'm having visions of those old black and white movies where some German-accented soldier demanded to see their papers before they let the tragic lovers cross three blocks to the Resistance coffee house.

In NH, if you could produce the documentation the same day, you were cool.

Is this like illegal immigrant crackdown, what is with NJ's severe traffic laws?