Yesterday I found out that my friend who I'm staying with has never (at the age of 50+) been in a hot tub. (She also doesn't know how to log out of Facebook.)
Lorne: You know what they say about people who need people. Connor: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, Kiddo? Connor: Just kinda popped out.
'Time Bomb'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
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.
Theodosia - Sep 12, 2013 6:41:05 am PDT #5013 of 30000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Fred Pete - Sep 12, 2013 6:57:29 am PDT #5014 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
Happy Birthday, P-C!
§ ita § - Sep 12, 2013 7:04:35 am PDT #5015 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
So it turns out a good way to be sure that going into the office is the wrong decision is to go into the office.
Want a shred more backstory? The day before I broke my ankle I had a procedure done that numbed the pain in my left shoulder. Not neck, but shoulder. Pretty cleanly. With the broken ankle I've had to wear a lot of backpacks. Normally I don't wear shit on the left side, because obvious reasons.
Guess what I just learnt (in a very hands on fashion) is wearing off? Guess what is a hotline to migraine?
I'm trying to work out how not to cry at my desk. I'm trying to work out how to get anything done. I'm trying to work out how to last until they've finished washing my (incredibly filthy) car. I'm trying to work out how to explain in my stupidly complicated work situation how I need to bail with looming immovable deadlines that are seemingly more implacable than sick time...and a meeting at noon.
If I laugh, I will cry.
Hil R. - Sep 12, 2013 7:40:23 am PDT #5016 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Another student just let me know that WebAssign is down.
§ ita § - Sep 12, 2013 8:13:08 am PDT #5017 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
TALK ABOUT THINGS
Jessica - Sep 12, 2013 8:14:27 am PDT #5018 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
HOW CAN I TALK ABOUT THINGS WHEN WEBASSIGN IS DOWN.
meara - Sep 12, 2013 8:15:06 am PDT #5019 of 30000
TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES WHILE WEBASSIGN IS DOWN. NOT WITH HIL.
Zenkitty - Sep 12, 2013 8:15:52 am PDT #5020 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
FUCKING WEBASSIGN.
EpicTangent - Sep 12, 2013 8:16:50 am PDT #5021 of 30000
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Did Webassign move my keys?
Steph L. - Sep 12, 2013 8:17:46 am PDT #5022 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
This morning was so stressful and upsetting -- and it was all my fault, 3 different times, because I am a fucking MORON -- I'm still not over it. (SPOILER: we DO have the marriage license.)
We drove downtown, I grabbed my purse for change to put in the parking meter, and my wallet wasn't in my purse. My wallet is ALWAYS in my purse. I cannot think of a single time I've left the house with my purse and my wallet wasn't in it. But still, this time, it was not. No wallet = no ID = no marriage license. So we drive back home, with me apologizing and crying the whole way. I'm making Tim extra late to work, I'm so stupid, etc., etc.
Drive back downtown, find parking (which was traumatic in and of itself), go to the courthouse. Need to use the bathroom. Cannot find one, despite it being a public building. Ask a guard "Where is a public restroom, and what floor to we go to for marriage licenses?" (Note: when I had jury duty in May, there were big signs indicating where to go for marriage licenses.) Guard says the bathroom is on the far side of the building, and we are in the WRONG building for marriage licenses. So, no, one does NOT obtain a marriage license from the courthouse. And if I had even bothered to verify where to go -- which I did NOT -- instead of just assuming I knew where to go, then maybe we would have gone to the right building in the first place. But no, because I just assumed I knew where to go, I took us to the wrong damn building. Because of course I did.
So we walk several blocks, with me crying the whole way (yup, on a sidewalk in downtown CIncinnati), find the building, go up to the 10th floor for marriage licenses. No bathrooms. Ask a nice clerk, who says go down one floor. Go down to the bathroom. Come back out to the elevator, and a nice woman comes up and tells me the back of my skirt is tucked up into the waistband and MY ASS IS LITERALLY SHOWING. I made some pathetic squeak, said thank you, scrambled to readjust my skirt, and started bawling.
We go back up to the marriage license floor, and I have to sit on a bench in the hall because I am crying so hard there is no way any clerk will issue me a license while I'm in such obvious distress. Finally I calm down, more or less, and we get the shit done. I'm guessing I probably wasn't the most unhappy bride the clerk has ever seen, but I sure wasn't a radiantly beaming one by any means.
I'm so fucking over this shit. SO OVER. I just want the wedding to be done. I want to be married; I want to be Tim's wife (although I am genuinely AMAZED he's willing to marry someone so patently stupid and emotionally unstable), but I am SO OVER this wedding bullshit. OVER. IT.
And I'm still upset but I need to work on the editing test for the sexy publisher, because it's due tomorrow, and I would like a damn job so that I'm useful in some fucking way.