Yeah, I haven;t even unpacked from the wedding I didn't. But now I'm tired and there's laundry, so sitting.

Also, have to work out how to kickstart a frozen Nook. Motherfucker, where's the battery in this thing?

I think you get a pass on unpacking.

Me, I HATE being packed. So I put it off until the last minute and unpack the minute I can. For this trip, it's just 7 tops, jeans, underwear, toiletries and jewelry. And my paltry gifts. And cookies.

Which reminds me, need to do Heifer from my brother's.

I need to go grocery shopping. I'm into my canned goods now. Cracked open the creamed corn. Nunya thinks anything involving a can opener is tuna fish, and therefore she is entitled to the juice. So I let her sniff the corn to show her it wasn't desirable.

She began eating it, go figure.

Me, I HATE being packed. So I put it off until the last minute and unpack the minute I can.

I've never considered that I hate being packed but I certainly unpack like a superhero and put off packing as long as I can. I just like knowing my stuff is at hand.

I don't like winter. I am cold and it's been dark for hours so I feel like I should be asleep. I want to be warm and asleep. Which is unlikely since it is barely past 7 pm.

I've gotten through the whole day without putting on a bra, and now I have to get dressed to go pick up CJ. Bummer.

It's night! You'll have a coat on! Forget the bra, lady.

I love the challenge of packing, trying to get the most outfits of the fewest items of clothing, paring down makeup and coordinating everything with one pair of shoes, if possible, leaving room to bring things home, picking all the right books. But I hate being packed, even once I get somewhere, because I'm always scared I'll forget things if I completely unpack.

I'm packing light for this trip, aka taking too much luggage, since I hate making judgement calls when it comes choosing what food comes back.

I am in the fifth circle of hell, aka Barnes and Noble on the Promenade because I got the worst phone support ever. My nook is a) under warranty b) not eligible for brick and mortar post warranty upgrade discounts c) FUCKING WORKING. I'm glad enough about the last, but still. It's one week before Christmas and this is my second high shopper density destination of the day. That's two years worth right there.

And still no Live Aid...

It's night! You'll have a coat on! Forget the bra, lady.

Better yet, I got K-Bug and her bf to go retrieve him.

Oh, wow, I just found out Senator Inouye will be lying in state tomorrow in the rotunda. So I'm going to go pay my respects. But, like, dude, I have no idea about the etiquette or whatever. I imagine I'll just go to the visitor center and get in line and walk past. But can I leave a flower or something? Probably not, huh?

I'd doubt it, Liese. Sounds like something hard to manage in bulk.

Okay, home, same old Nook, but working, thanks for NOTHING tech support woman. It was weird--she had selective deafness. I had to insist that was my email address before she found my account, and apparently she didn't find the right one, but...that's still my account email address--I logged on to BN.com during our call. She read it back perfectly many times, and I was getting really pissed off at her checking if I was sure.

Never mind the "would you like to order the discounted replacement?" "No, I need a Nook TODAY--can this be done in store?" "Well, since you have me right here..." "Can a store do the same thing for me, immediately, and hand me a working Nook?" "Yes, but I'm here." "CAN YOU DELIVER IT TO ME BEFORE 3AM TOMORROW." "Unfortunately our fastest shipping is..."

Why are you even starting that sentence? Never mind that it wasn't broken, or out of warranty, and that stores can't do that, and that she made no notes on my account (making me wonder what she pretended to look up, finally, with the email address).

It wasn't a language issue, it was a script issue. Freaky.

I need to do my self-eval tomorrow, and I have to mark myself the worst in communication. I swear, I read an email to my manager, and she said "Well, if you'd emailed that to me, we wouldn't be having this discussion!"

Uh, but, that is what I emailed you? Here is the task the users can't do, here's when they need to do it by, here's what I'm doing to address the problem, here are the limitations on what I can do, all FYI, since I'm still working on it.

But then I mentioned mitigation plan and she flipped out again. I don't know how to explain to her that the bottom line is the business accomplishing their task, and knowing how to cope with a worst case scenario is not putting bad guzu on actually fixing shit. Because if we do have to go down that path, we need to be sure we don't start down it too late, since you won't let anyone test it. She says it would be really bad to use it, and I agree that it would be really bad, but this is IT, and really bad things happen to systems all the time AND WE HAVE NO COMPETENT SUBJECT MATTER EXPERTS ON STAFF.

We have such a credibility hole, and she won't let me bolster it with a "well, if worst comes to worst..." The business users think we're going to just bang our heads into a wall all the way through any market/business deadlines, and apparently we need to pretend we will too.

The bottom line is the work being done. I feel it's important for me to keep that in view at all times. She got us into a lot of trouble by refusing to exercise a mitigation plan once before, but I know my boss didn't get the full sequence of events, so he thinks the process is the problem, not her refusal to examine or execute it.

I went over her head once on this, and I don't think I can again, since it's not urgent, and the boss is asking for more distance from the non-direct reports day-to-day, but...

So, yeah, I can't communicate. If only I could insert a wetware virus that was the equivalent of Ativan.

Okay, laundry, packing, yes.