Kids don't know shit, man. I mean, they know a million times more than they did last year, or two years ago, but still.

I just saw off a friend who is moving to NYC this weekend. Sad! She's actually moving to Jess's neighborhood, but she is also Jessie, so that may be too confusing, if I were to introduce them....

Also met a guy from Ethiopia, and I was totally like, "I love the food of your people!" immediately. Like an ass. Ah well.

"Grace can't do it! They can't cut her belly! What about her g-tube?"

You have to love the brotherly concern, though.

There is no "after rush hour" the evening before Thanksgiving.

On the I-95 corridor there is. Leaving at 3pm, NYC to DC takes between 6 and 7 hours because everyone who grew up in New Jersey leaves work early to "beat the traffic." Leaving at 7, it's a speedy 4 or 5. Maybe 5.5 in really bad weather like we're supposed to have tomorrow.

She's actually moving to Jess's neighborhood, but she is also Jessie, so that may be too confusing, if I were to introduce them....

The more the merrier! Jess's for all!

The folks in the big house on the other side of the parking lot get to leave early. Us tech support peons in the bunkhouse, though, keep to business as usual. And yes, we have a shift in place on Thanksgiving, to cover the non-USians in our clientele. Though I would think Canada would say "Oh, yeah, big holiday down there, they're probably closed."

Why would we be open on Thanksgiving and not on New Year's? I would think T-day is a bigger day than New Year's. Somebody suggested it was because everyone was hung over.

Jess's for all

And all are Jesss! (I am anti excess apostrophe)

I would think Canada would say "Oh, yeah, big holiday down there, they're probably closed."

My friends never knew when anything other than July 4th was. And that was because of the 1st of July. Lots of stuff stops at the border.

I overestimated how much food I could prepare tonight with the amount of breaks I wanted to take. oh well. I have all day tomorrow.

now bed.

And all are Jesss! (I am anti excess apostrophe)

They are the Jessi.

Ugh, having to feed cats medicine is the worst. Now Molly is acting all afraid of me (she did get both her pain med and antibiotic though) and hiding as opposed to the lovey-doveyness earlier. Oh well, the plan was to keep her in my room for several days, but Jackson is easier to corral and maybe won't keep me awake with the mewing if I'm right there in the room with him.

Pluraling Jess is almost as much fun as pluraling buffista!

The folks in the big house on the other side of the parking lot get to leave early. Us tech support peons in the bunkhouse, though, keep to business as usual. And yes, we have a shift in place on Thanksgiving, to cover the non-USians in our clientele. Though I would think Canada would say "Oh, yeah, big holiday down there, they're probably closed."

To be fair, I know people who`ve worked in call centres here that have had to work our Thanksgiving to service US customers.