Incapable of catching up. Dropping in to say hello. Hello!

In my world: The front tires on my car are bald and thus it won't past state inspection (now a few days past due), so I am experimenting with online tire ordering and having them put on at the AAA Car Care Center. We'll see how that goes.

In the operetta I'm in (with lines! no solos, but lines!), I now have a bit of extra stage time that I didn't have before, and also I've decided to caw like whichever bird it is that says "Ca-caw ca-caw!" If such a bird in fact exists. (I've been instructed by the king to summon his people without delay, so I just caw and then they come on stage.)

Work continues to be stressful and I'm taking the GRE tomorrow at 9 am.

Avoid the elbow unless you're doing a sleeve. Not only does it sting, but being tattooed over your funny bone is the single worst pain I've ever experienced.

As I work my way to full sleeves, I'm going to avoid my elbows. The designs I want (twining blackberry vines with leaves, berries, and blossoms) will be specifically placed so I don't have to sit through that. Around the funny bone will be enough, thanks.

I hate performance review bullshit, and also the word proactive, which winds up effectively meaningless.

Thanks. I'm thinking inner arm close tot he elbow. Just above wear I am always burning myself on the oven rack.

Saw my shadow while out on my walk. Back into my burrow for 6 weeks?

I threw down ice melt for before my neighbor got home from work. It was frozen solid post-snow plow, but it had still been raining and already icy, so I didn't try doing any fine removal earlier. She gets home and invites me to join her in working on the driveway because it felt soft in spots when she got the mail. Oh hell no. I texted that we'd only be shoveling away the ice melt. She got up the drive fine and has her crampons for walking the dog. I'm not wasting ice melt and risking a fall for her thoroughness.

I hate performance review bullshit, and also the word proactive, which winds up effectively meaningless.

I've learned to appreciate proactive.

I'm for action, but not actually doing anything active. It's perfect.

I did my bicep as an easy to cover/easy to see spot and have been very happy with it.

For my one and only tattoo I used bacitracin with pain relief. I have heard pros and cons, but I had no problems and was very happy with it.

Count me in with hating performance reviews. At least as they tend to be in most places. Probably someone, somewhere, has figured out a good way to do it.

In the operetta I'm in (with lines! no solos, but lines!),

That's exciting! Good luck on the GRE!

That's exciting! Good luck on the GRE!

Thanks! The best thing is in one of my lines I get to utter the phrase, "coruscation of impromptu epigram."

Well, I've ranted to my BFF and my favorite co-worker, and I'm calmed down now. I'm not looking for another job, I like my job and my company; I just hate performance reviews, and my boss is a terrible manager/communicator. I won't get a big raise, but it has nothing to do with my performance review; I'm too close to the ceiling of my salary band already and too close to retirement. (Okay, 14 years from retirement, but still.) I wish she'd just be honest about that, instead of pretending it's because my performance has been bad.