The guy totally confessed. Yeah, I did that.

Then insisted that he should be able to continue working with us.

Weirdly, the idea of someone stealing in an airport doesn't really surprise me. It seems we've all just accepted that such things 'just happen.'

I can't even.

I'm hurting, a lot, and I just found out that the connective tissue disorder clinic here in Cincinnati isn't taking new adult patients anymore. So I've got to find some other doctor. I've got some recommendations that I'll check out. But, ugh. The past few weeks have just sucked, pain-wise.

Oh, that's miserable, Hil, I'm sorry.

My homework is no longer eating my lunch but now my work work is.

bonny, sometimes all you can do is let the mind boggle.

Hil, I hope you can find a doctor you can work with soon. You deserve relief.

Ugh, does the clinic have any kind of waiting list, or method of referral to higher level or something.

Safeguard that lunch, Liese.

bonny, sometimes all you can do is let the mind boggle.

Seriously.

Then insisted that he should be able to continue working with us.

"Sure, it was wrong, but so what? I'm a great employee!"

An author woke me from a sound sleep this morning and expected me to know all about his article without even telling me his last name. We're first-name call-me-anytime buddies now! I was as professional as possible, pretending I was at my desk while fighting my quilt and two sleeping cats. I have got to stop answering the phone.

Oh my god I am so glad authors can't call me. SO GLAD.

I don't put my phone number in my email signature, but the proof system puts our office number in the instructions the author gets. If they read the whole thing, they're rewarded with my number! Which rolls over to my cell since I'm never in the office. I turn the ringer off at night, but sometimes I'm still asleep at 7am.

Oh, no, Zen. Sounds like not answering is the best solution. Does your ringer turn itself back on?