Bonny, holy hell! I swear, do you need one of my crutches to whack someone with? A la clue stick??
Honestly, the thing I am proudest of is being totally strung out on zero sleep and way too much emergency caffeine and NOT actually striking anyone...and keeping my voice modulated...and still giving good advice...and then telling them that I am offline and to not contact me unless someone with my blood type is bleeding. That last thing is a cheat because I'm AB- and, frankly, don't know anyone else with that type.
This next bit is legalish, so it will disappear shortly.
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I've waited until 8is, so I can still claim to be an adult going to bed at a reasonable hour.
Sweet dreams everybody.
Excellent plan, bonny. Sleep well.
That is entirely crazy, bonny. What an utterly wretched few weeks you have had...but it sounds like you are dealing with it all admirably!
But it makes me feel like a deadbeat.
Um. You have lost a job and your wedding is a few weeks away --two of the most stressful life experiences a person can have.
If a Buffista had a severence package, THREE job nibbles and a wedding coming up, and THEY had a three day migraine and a recurring cyst, would you think "Deadbeat" if they focused on getting through the wedding before they pursued more job leads? And -- do you still have health insurance? If so, get some pain drugs! No wonder the cyst came back! You are a ball of stress, and your bod is in revolution!
Um. You have lost a job and your wedding is a few weeks away --two of the most stressful life experiences a person can have.
Hell
yeah. When I got laid off, I didn't start looking for a job for eight months or so. You're allowed to catch your breath.
Back from urgent care. Got a shot of Toradol in my bottom. Head still hurts, but it should start feeling better soon. Then I really wanted mashed potatoes, so for expediency's sake, we went to the lovely Northside KFC/Taco Bell combo. And I have mashed potatoes.
Um. You have lost a job and your wedding is a few weeks away --two of the most stressful life experiences a person can have.
Hell yeah. When I got laid off, I didn't start looking for a job for eight months or so. You're allowed to catch your breath.
Yes, but I'm very hard on myself because I'm afraid people will think I'm slacking. Or maybe I'm secretly afraid I'm a slacker.
I got the editing test from one of the services that edits academic papers for publication. Based on my resume, they, of course, sent me a pharmacology paper to edit.
You guys, it's beyond my knowledge base. Seriously. It is doctorate-level shit. I am out of my depth with this one. I'll still do the test, and give it my best, but I read it and just went O_o. Granted, my head is exploding, but...yeah. It's above my knowledge base, I think. We'll see.
You are officially not slacking. Refer any naysayers to me.
I'm glad you went to the UC; here's hoping the head powers down quickly!
My bottom HURTS where they gave me the shot! It didn't hurt when I got it, but damn if it doesn't hurt now. My butt is a delicate flower.
Slide some ice from your hoo-ha to your, um, delicate flower...
STEPH. You are not a slacker. I understand your fears and the brain raccoons that are telling you this, but YOU. ARE. NOT. Give yourself some space and time to completely veg out, because you need to.
