Thanks all.

I will note that in DC, strip clubs were known for having awesome food, super cheap.

Which felt like one more advantage that already privileged guys could take advantage of.

We were encouraged to come with one personal, one work and we could chose, with guidance to pick the one that would use the full beginning-to-end approach and was one we might not attempt without prodding/ absofuckinglutely had to happen in the next year. My personal was the banister, but I figured it is far enough along and subject to my weekend plans and no real deadline... I needed the prod for the onerous.

The project of one of the deputy JWST instrument head's for this? Clear out and organize their floor-to-ceiling-stuffed garage (which included stuff left behind by previous owner) so she doesn't murder her ADD-prone husband over it. Or die when a stack of boxes collapsed.

It was a good class in that she had us engaged with each other as well as the content.

And I networked the fuck out of it, putting bugs into people's ears for the archive (INCLUDE US ON YOUR PROJECT PLANNING PSST PSST WE ARE ONE OF THOSE STAKEHOLDERS REALLY. They ALWAYS forget about us and we always have to deal with the fallout.)

sara, part of the reason, I think, classes are so hard as adults, is that we are usually so self-determined in what we pursue, that to sit in a class and follow someone else's plan/agenda it's tiring and painful.

I am still doing injections and I have bruises all over now. I hate my body. I really feel like my body is a shitty lemon car that I drive my brain around in.

I think that's definitely a part of it, Kat. I'm even worse than I used to be about being independently DIY, whatever the It.

And this class, I really can't criticize it at all. She was very good (it was FranklinCovey,) it just... I *knew* that, next? Do I have to wait for everyone else to catch up?

I also now know why certain people are such a PITA on certain projects. They really get lost in the details and derail. I mean, the one who I always was ready to kill (to the point that I avoided her socially, even though we have the same friends)? She really had a hard time understanding the concept of a status-only/accountability mtg that could be short. She was aghast I run one 2x a week that runs under 10 minutes, at most 30 if a smaller group breaks out to triage an emergency issue.

Which explains why I wanted to kill her when I worked one project with her.

I'm glad you're not dying from a rogue clot, but I'm sorry you're a bruise magnet. It just seems so ridiculously unfair. Has K forgiven me for the rat poison comment yet?

(Also, I'm way too fucking wired for coming off of 2 days of < 5 hrs sleep and 9-10 hr workdays.)

Fastest swim I've managed in over 2 months, and I did 5 extra laps by accident. WIRED.

(Also, I'm way too fucking wired for coming off of 2 days of < 5 hrs sleep and 9-10 hr workdays.)

That's exactly when you end up crazy wired.

Congrats Brenda!

I'm at the Red Line Tap. I'm gonna take some pictures of the open-mike, except they're starting late tonight and I'm getting sleepy. I haven't hung out in a bar in ages.

Scandal: oh, Mellie. Mellie, Mellie, Mellie.

Paging Teppy: Is it ok to take Vicodin (that's hydrocodone/acetaminophen, right?) with Claritin? And/or booze?