Oh for some dark humor from the Tom Tomorrow "This Modern World" cartoon about the shutdown/default [link]

Back at work doing desk-work. Boss lady asks (states) that I go into work this coming Saturday and I can do armchair supervision of the volunteers via the intern. Um, waste of my time? We worked it out, but my mind boggled that she fully expected me to hobble down my stairs, drive into work, sit on my ass and tell hardworking people what to do (and expect me not to get frustrated and start doing things that I really ought not to be doing physically).

ED is still going on about how she agreed to a Tuesday through Saturday schedule, and I'm getting to the point where I'm going to take him up on it, screw being a team sharing responsibilities.

Old boss lady would have been "I'm taking all Saturdays until you're 110% healed, and we'll work it out down the line".

Spent most of the day in the office but am now camped out working in front of the A's game.

Still no news on what happened to my co-worker. Apparently her husband found her and there was no obvious cause.

One of the things she and I had talked about last week was relocating my cube to be closer to my boss. I mentioned this to the person who is reassiging work (and I felt so petty bringing it up cause it feel so inconsequential). It has been decided that I should wait a few more weeks so that I can move into her cubicle which is closer to my boss than the originally targeted space. So now I feel like a vulture.

So now I feel like a vulture.

You're not a vulture unless you steal her chair.

And perch on it.

Awkward, Suzi!

In good news, I can now put weight on my left foot, or at least use it as a balance point without crutches (which made showering so much easier), and I'm entering the bruising phase (I don't know if that's good or bad or just inevitable). Took over the first floor desk, although the computer there is so bad that I ended up hiking it up to the second floor of a historic house just so that the computer wouldn't make me cry (it almost did when it was so slow that it lost two hours worth of work doing an online order that I was in the middle of double checking before submitting)(or maybe not cry, but scream and break things.)

Also, we had a meeting with new IT guy about new computers, and suddenly the conversation was about things saved in carbonite. I just had to ask. Please tell me you know which questions I had to ask: "Like Jabba the Hutt and Han Solo?"

NO ONE has ever asked him that question before, and my colleagues were dead silent. Come ON!

Julie. are you allowed to put weight on it? Can != should. Consider me a pro in this regard. I spent a couple weeks cheating and I am probably still paying for it.

Definitely not should, and I'm not really, just resting my weight on my right and using the left as a balance point so that I can not worry about the crutches for certain tasks. And certainly not often. Standing flat on both feet is definitely still a no go, as in I shouldn't and I'm definitely not doing that.

Thanks, Burrell! I have a 64 Oz bottle I am working in right now. I am convinced that humanity is three meals away from total anarchy.

I also feel incredibly guilty because people keep buying me stuff, but I am so so grateful that I didn't have to stand in line to purchase it (my abrasion did have one bit of gravel that gouged out a good chunk of skin and is pretty gross, and I ran out of bacitracin and bandage right quick) but no one will let me pay them back.

And I want to clarify that I only discovered that I could use my left foot by accident, when I lost balance and ended up using it to catch myself, and it didn't hurt. I'm not walking on it. Just, a few points during the day, I balance, and it makes things so much easier.

ita !, are you saying that, even though it doesn't hurt, I should avoid even that?