I have a meeting tomorrow morning with an associate provost and a staff member she supervises. I saw her in the hall and I said, "greetings! we have a meeting tomorrow, don't we?"

"yes, I think so. I haven't looked at my calendar."

So, the staff member who will also be at the meeting is the same person last month who emailed me to tell me that she scheduled a lunch meeting with me but forgot to tell me about it.

I will update you all about tomorrow's clusterfuck. Because I am assuming that we it will be one. I also wanted to see material prior to the meeting and I have seen any yet.

Quick, someone give me hairpats and validation! In the past 8 hours of work (I stayed late last night), I have written TWENTY command reference topics. I AM A ROCK STAR. Take that, deadline monsters (and behaving-oddly boss-of-boss)!

I spoke with the ED about all the reasons that I did not want to and could not man every weekend. He said gently that he heard and understood all the reasons and agreed with them, but he really needed me to be a presence on the grounds. I told him I'd think about it, because at that point it was like talking to a brick wall and I was getting upset and ready to cry. He said sure, and proceded to tell me how my very presence on the grounds was a welcome sight to visitors, even if I didn't actually interact with them, and that I was a wonderful ambassador, and he wouldn't ask this of me personally if he didn't think I was so great at it. At that point all I was really hearing was "maneuver maneuver maneuver" and started getting pissed off.

He came back later with an even more substantial temporary raise. Which is tempting, financially speaking.

He also repeated his worry that it was boss lady poisoning my ear with me refusing to take the three day weekend. I set him straight a second time that this was not the case. Wow, he hates her a lot and wants extra reasons to be valid in that hate. I'm sorry if I have integrity for the job for which I was hired and saw that losing a day would make my job harder.

I am barefoot, no pedicure yet as I just removed the last of the old polish and hadn't gotten around to new. No pics.

A liver (human, I think) has been printed. Seriously.

Oo, a liver? I know they've printed functional bladders already but didn't know about the liver. How cool is that? We are living in the future!

so, this gawker story is kind of sad. But the comments (with images) made me guffaw. NSFW.

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Good news for your dad, EpicTangent! My grandmother had an excellent 25 years after her quadruple bypass.

Jilli! You are a rock star!! Go you!

Juliebird, the ED wants you to work seven days? Yeah, no.

Aw, man. A coworker just let off a menthol bomb and then jetted, and it keeps getting more pungent.

Sorry, Jesse, if I wasn't clear. It's not as awful as that *shudder*. It's still a five day work week, but I am supremely uncool with work every Saturday. Not what I signed up for. Saturday does not have equal value with Monday in terms of time-off. That's one day less a week that I can spend time with friends. That's one day less a week that lines up with my family's work schedule if they visit (and they're planning to).

Part of the reason I told him I needed time to think is that I didn't the first time around (when I thought it was just for July and hadn't looked at my calendar) and because that was the first time ever that I seriously began thinking that, what with my apartment being sold and needing a new place to live, I might as well pack it up and go back to my parent's place while I looked for a new job. Even the evil former ED didn't have me tempted to just walk off the job.

I can assure that there are people who have trouble lasting 90 minutes and definitely cannot last 120.

If I didn't know people with impatient bladders existed, I probably wouldn't have hypothesised the existence of people that leave movies to use the bathroom. It's not really how I kill time.

I like this artist's concept of an abandoned tumblr [link] I wasn't expecting a "that's not what old websites or text files look like, though" objection to it. IO9 is a science fiction website. Things that aren't literal shouldn't be a far-fetched concept. Not liking things is perfectly sufficient and cromulent.

Man, my 4:30 meeting was never at 4:30 and I've still not heard back from my doctor's office on what stuff they have me scheduled for tomorrow. Do people just not have to report to anyone?

I used to be that person that, even if I peed right before the movie, I'd have to get up sometime during it. Now my method is to buy popcorn to absorb the water. I don't know if this is physically plausible, but at least as a placebo it seems to help. Of course then I feel sick after.