Good job, Kiba!

I really don't intend to ever take that stupid test again.

Congrats on acing the GRE, Kiba! Also on never having to take the stupid test again.

My BF and I just booked a hotel room in London for New Year's. We'd been talking about going back and we decided to just do it. Hopefully in 11 months I can have enough money saved to actually afford it! Yikes. No more non-necessary purchases for a while.

Way to go, Kiba!

Yay travel plans, Zen!

I am so angry at Excel right now I can't work. It just decided I can't save files. Ctrl-S -> whirling cursor thingy -> message box telling me file cannot be saved. I just lost so much work.

But I have tea. Lipton, but still.

Also mildly miffed that our group meetings with the department, uh, I forget her title, director? Anyway, those will now be every 8 weeks instead of once a month, and will be on Mondays, which is my busiest day full of deadlines and incoming data, at 11, when I would prefer to take my lunch. It's not filling me with confidence that our management team is in touch with us workers (the ostensible purpose of these meetings, keeping communication lines open).

I keep finding myself caught in between our Dean (who was a partner is a big law firm with lots of $$ to spend) and our university technology department (not a lot of money to spend), and it is making me wish I could get the flu for a week so I could bow out of the current fight for services. le sigh

Also, I have been arranging my kid's summer, and some of the camps are already full, so now I have three weeks where I need a new plan.

Yay, Kiba Rika!

Boo hiss, nasty extra-long commutes!

And I just spilled my tea all over myself. I need a new coping mechanism.

one of the pictures she sent me last week was of her and a friend's kid, taste-testing rootbeers...and putting the results in Excel.

That sounds completely adorable.

ION, the white noise is, shockingly, not muffling anyone's conversation, just providing a grim coating of auditory sludge at the bottom of all the other sounds. I want to hurt someone. Also, my elderly ex-boss who is like a second father (but, you know, a father that I can discuss politics and movies and books with) is drooping and defeated because his eyes can't adjust to all the shiny bright white walls and desktops and cabinets and the glare is giving him a headache. I sincerely desire to HULKSMASH the building that's making my doctor wretched.

OMG, that sounds terrible, JZ. I am scared of my upcoming office move.