Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
you need to talk to someone about that. I would be close to passing out. I think OSHA actually has a part on their Web site about this.
It's like that in the majority of classrooms here (except in the business school building, which is all new and fancy), and has been for as long as I've worked here. Everyone's complaining about it.
I actually saw pictures of the peacock jillifont, and didn't scream or recoil from the laptop. It does help that there are two larger eyes in the center, and it doesn't move like a usual jillifont.
Speaking of jillifonts: Vlad, darling mighty hunter kitty, I know you're bored. STOP BRINGING SPIDERS UPSTAIRS FROM THE BASEMENT.
Its fuzzy palps are so cuuuute. And it's got a better turning radius than a Jeep Wrangler. It's a wee politically incorrect Indian Chief doing semaphore. And I love that one of its nicknames is Kitten With Too Many Legs.
Timelies all!
Back from vacation. Got to see a bunch of stuff I'd never seen before. Severe family overload, though. Sleepy.
I'm definitely wearing a dress to work tomorrow. I've worn pants the past two days, because I think they look more professional and they hide my brace, but I think I'm willing to deal with a day full of "What did you do to your ankle?" if it gets me a little bit cooler.
In work drama, I'm once again in the middle of two warring coworkers, who are both above me in the heirarchy. One is the DD that everyone hates, and the other is the ED that everyone mostly loves. Except now that he's finally cottoned on to DD's bad behaviour, is now dissing all of her ideas. And I'm on her side of the current issue. She wants a car show on the lawn, which would be awesome and not cost us a dime. I objected at first, but the more I thought about it, I drive the company pickup on the lawn all the time in the fall to pick up leaves, and it would be hypocritical to deny ten cars access when I'll be tripping all over the place ten times a day. I got the approval from the new DH, the facilities manager is on board. They're putting it to the B&G committee tonight, but the ED is still spitting fire at the idea, simply because it's hers. FREE! No damage! Income! Willing colleagues except for you! And the ED is sending messages about his Reasons to the Children's Ed Director, which is so inappropriate and irrelevant. It's not her call. We'll see what happens come tomorrow.
I fell so hard asleep that when I woke at 5:46 on the clock, I wondered why the sun was so high up until I realized that it was still Today.
Strangely, my body still seems to be at a "food isn't un-attractive" appetite setting, rather than famished.
The paper they gave me to take home says they found two polyps which the nurse emphasized look totally normal and I shouldn't stress about.
still got to call and make the appointment for my visit with the long tube
Blessedly few people have asked me about my ankle. And some of those that did have accepted a head shake as the answer. But I am *way* overextended, and this is the worst it's hurt since I broke it.
They took my computer away for 2.5 hours, so I'm ahead in composing that fanart I've been noodling on for the past few days, and sorely behind on those documents I was supposed to be editing.
Shit! I did just get asked about the ankle by a couple very persistent people, and I told them "I tripped over nothing." "Your own feet?" "Might as well have been." "That's bad, but not as bad as what he did!"
A guy in the team I used to be in went to Tanzania for an in-law wedding, and he'd put on a bindi (is that gender-neutral?) and to get all the gook off his forehead used some (clearly in hindsight) nuclear nail polish remover, and now he has a bindi shaped chemical burn right where a bindi goes--he'd have been better off just wearing the bindi for weeks.
I am not the biggest dumbass!
Another co-worker was asking about the Indian population in Tanzania. "Shipped over to work the mines." "Ah, I know how that is," I say. Other co-worker turns to me and says "Hello! Railroads!" and it was a weird bonding experience, and extremely depressing.
But history. At least for us. Makes me want to yank someone (as young as poss, but someone) out of servitude of any kind.