I woke up to a small dog burrowing into the kitchen cabinets. This is not a good sign.
I hope it was Mr. Peabody at least?
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I woke up to a small dog burrowing into the kitchen cabinets. This is not a good sign.
I hope it was Mr. Peabody at least?
I hope it was Mr. Peabody at least?
Me, too.
Yes, at least it was my dog. My dog who has an unerring sense of smell when it comes to rodents, chipmunks and the like.
I've spent the entire morning at the airport. I was going to desk-surf at the husband's office until lunchtime but his calendar went kablooie for the day, so here I am on the crappy (but thankfully free) wifi with the post-graduation people watching and the spending 3 bucks for a single-serving bag of sun chips for lunch and the total failure to get anything done.
Monday solidarity, yo.
I'm shoving pierogi in my face, because if I have to deal with all the things, I deserve dumplings stuffed with potato and cheese.
I just called for a dermatologist appointment to get a mole checked, and got an appointment in August. Good grief.
I deserve dumplings stuffed with potato and cheese.
So say we all.
I just called for a dermatologist appointment to get a mole checked, and got an appointment in August. Good grief.
That happened to me when my whole body was peeling off.
My boss just came in to rant at me. For getting a recognition.
Because she feels it insufficient appreciation the project accomplished (also, could they wait until we were really really really done? Instead of one left to go??)
I just had to laugh.
Major ghost-in-the-machine happening still today (carryover from last week.)
It's going to be a weird week.
I am sitting at my desk feeling quite awful, and my eyes are leaking tears. I swear I am not crying, just my eyes are.
And I have a 1 on 1 to discuss my 2014 goals with my boss in fifteen minutes.