Apparently, my parents had to deal with the usual joy of inheritance bullshit at the mass.
Oh holy scheisse.
sarameg, I'm jellis of your lovely 'hood.
State of the Motherf*cking Union address, coming up! I have a drink and a snack and my outrage safety goggles, I'm set.
B's 50th is the second week in Feb. If I'm here for the party, I'm pretty sure I won't make it to work the next day. Hell, I might not make it home, and it's only 2 doors down.
I never watch the SotU which I half the time read as the STFU, which really....
'Hood hoodies! I love your neighbors, sarameg.
ETA: I am msbelle tonight. Nice.
Also - dinner was a bar of orange hibiscus chocolate and I think I'm going to have a mug of raspberry flavored hot cocoa for dessert. SO ADULT
In sort of good news, bossman now understands and respects the other departments claim on the mutual worksphace we share, although I'm still trying to remind him that we still need a table for
ourselves
to do our propagation and potting up, so please to not claim it in the name of baby plants.
Greenhouse work together has been good, as it allowed us to talk with our hands busy. He wasn't occupied by emails or text conversations like when we're in the office together, where no talking gets done. So I got to pick his brain and seed tons of thoughts and feel him out on many and varied topics and air my own misgivings that he laid to rest.
Sounds good, Juliebird. Maybe all offices should have a greenhouse. I want one. I don't know what to do with it, but I want one.
Sewer work commences tomorrow by a contractor for the city. But there is a city sewer truck out there now (this is downstream of me.)
Doesn't bode well.
I found a perfectly fitting gored Talbot's teeny polka-dotted skirt at a consignment shop for $12 in immaculate condition. It's business casual for the interview, so I just need to pop out to Old Navy tomorrow and get a fitted cardigan or such for 50% off and I'm set for the interview tomorrow. Thank god.
I've been working in a windowless basement office for two and a half years. Today, I was shown a new office option. Still in the basement, but it has windows. Yes please.
Stranger at Allyson's work knows sense.
Good luck, Strix! Yay skirt!