We are getting paid for the 3 1/2 hours we waited. Others waited 1/2 hour to 1 1/2 hours.

The supervisor over slept by a lot and the manager didn't get the first texts so it worked out. But I was tired and hungry you the time we started and had planned to eat breakfast around the time we got in the store.

The supervisor was super embarrassed. The manager was nice.

I learned my coworker...the guy...comes to work stoned every day. Evidently the manager is aware of this. Considering how much work the guy gets done I'm not complaining.

Went to group after and it was ok. We are going on break for the holidays.

comes to work stoned every day

I have a friend that I call the most productive stoner I have ever met. He is pretty amazing with his work ethic, people management skills, and he is a BOMB chef. He is the one who took me "shopping" my first time.

Yes, I know super productive stoners too. Not me, I am a super lazy stoner. I am quite jealous of those that can get shit done in that condition.

One of my good friends was superchronic until her company started testing their execs this year. She is just the most efficient workhorse of a person I've ever known.

I waver between watch TV and eat all the cookies to being really inspired to do things like baking, decorating, and weird but useful cleaning projects, like magic erasering all the cabinet doors and baseboards.

I wish it was legal in our state, because it is much more efficient of a muscle relaxer for me than Rx muscle relaxer pills. Everything cracks and pops and lengthens, and my eternal tension headaches vanish. I'm jealous of states where tinctures and creams specifically aimed at muscle aches and anxiety are available.

I'm jealous of states where tinctures and creams specifically aimed at muscle aches and anxiety are available.

Come to Colorado!!! I had one of the guys explain all the options available when my Trigeminal Neuralgia was flaring. I didn't buy anything as I had already upped my Lyrica and was just waiting for that to kick in. But it was amazing what was available.

3 years ago when I had my seizure the neurologist put me on impossible to take and function as a productive member of society drugs. After a few months I told him I just couldn't take them anymore. I told him I would smoke before I went to bed (the brain danger time apparently) and he said that was a good plan. He didn't really think I had an issue that would recur anyway. It wasn't legal to prescribe in FL at that time, but we didn't discuss that part. He assumed I would find a way. I kept that up for a couple years but kind of drifted away from it. If I ever have a bit of a symptom I will instantly get back to it. It is just when the mood strikes now and not a health maintenance feature.

Suzi, I'm actively thinking about it. D's been working at the new job over a year now, and last year he got a nice end of year bonus even though he'd only been working there a little over a month.

It depends on that, but I've been keeping an eye on airplane tickets (driving across KS -- ugh) and looking at AirB&B for places with a hot tub. (If I am going to CO in the winter for a mini vaca, damned right I want -- NEED -- a hot tub.)

Hubby's doctor was trying to get him onto a program that would finally allow him to check off the THC box on his "Do you test positive for these drugs?" list. But Utah doesn't do things like that.

Nailpolish color report: Madame President is a beautiful bold pinkish-red that looks great on me.

Since I neglected to wear it during the election, I'm going to wear it until December 20.

More roommate pet bullshit: I have arranged for Frankie to stay somewhere while I'm gone, since M can't be arsed to even take him out to try and help prevent accidents. This morning I let him know that Tom and Nora would be coming to take care of Bella, unless he wanted to do it. He's pushing back ecaussits an invasion of his privacy and "wants us to explore other options." I'm not boarding her - I don't have the money and it would be traumatic for her. It would take less than five minutes out of his fucking day to feed her, make sure she has water, and scoop the litter pan. He is so fucking self-centered I can't. Roommates means compromise. How can a former pet owner be such a jerk?