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?

I am developer-flabbergasted today. I asked one developer what the results were when she ran a given query, and she dumped a poorly punctuated query on me that wouldn't run and threw her hands up. Didn't even take five minutes to fix--she's the developer who keeps telling me "You'd know that if you were a programmer..." in the most derisive of tones.

Other developer--I forwarded her an HTML page and two images. She puts up the HTML and asks me if it's okay. Uh, no? One of the images was the O in Our, so it now says "ur Apologies". How can she be handing me this to evaluate? I check the HTML and the fragment we were given have different names. So, apparently at no point did she notice there are two images in the bundle, two broken references in the code and the page says fucking ur in 48 point type....she wants to know if the page is good to go...

I don't understand how people can get away with that little...anything.

Hm, I have a 2nd interview tomorrow, I am informed by google calendar invite. That is unexpected. I'm not entirely sure it's a good thing, to be honest. And I definitely do not know how to dress.

FYI, I've had the best luck with them by ordering a size larger than my measurements.

I'm not quite sure of the sizing, but I found some other ref somewhere that translated US sizes in the 28/29/30/etc sizes used on Chic Star. I remember now what I loved, I loved their coats.

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.

That's not right. The ones at my supermarket look pretty good! Although I've never had one, since I'm actually not all that big on lobster. My grandmother, OTOH, had it three times last week.

I miss the lobster rolls that used to be on the lunch menu at the local Red Lobster. Though my wallet doesn't.