ION, I haven't heard the details of whatever I've done wrong over the year, but I did get a raise! About 83 dollars a month, but yay, raise!
'Shindig'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yay, Connie! A raise is a good thing!
Yay, raise, Connie!
House ~ma, Suzi and Strix!
I hate when the supervisor says "Can you come to my office?" on an IM. Odds are I'd know if I was about to be fired, but there's always that adrenaline spike.
Maria, rather than burnout, could it just be TOO FUCKING MUCH WORK? Because a shitton just got dropped on you at not ideal time. I mean that facilitates burnout if it never relents, but the onset of a period of that sure feels the same. Senior review for this 36 month long painful project is Monday. If we get approval, launch in a month. Worst of the work is done, but I'm not off the treadmill from hell yet. And then I can focus on the other six projects from hell that are also high profile that have languished as this thing has tortuously ground along.
Housing~ma to those dealing with it.
You know, three-buck Chuck is surprisingly drinkable, at least in the Cab Sav version.
I'm rewatching the Avengers and wondering if any of the jobs to which I've applied will ever call me for an interview. Or maybe climate change will make the North Atlantic Current stop, and I can make a living subletting my second bedroom to Midwesterners fleeing encroaching glaciers. Both seem equally likely.
Insert to profile addy, SailAweigh.
Federal tax refund received. Going to admire the balance in my checking for a moment and then put it in savings and forget it happened. My version of savings these days.
I need to do my taxes this weekend. Ugh.
It's almost 9 and I haven't eaten dinner yet, although it's just out of the oven now. I was going to make lemon pepper tilapia with pasta, but I am working late due to shenanigans so I went with flatbread because it's quick.
This week has been brutal.
I concur, shrift, and I wasn't even international. Pool better be fine tomorrow, I need my 2 miles. My 3/8 of a mile tonight didn't undo today's stress kinks. And I've got to make cookies for the Monday senior review from hell and I have to find time this weekend, which...I don't know. It'll happen, but possibly in wee smalls. I'm out of sugar and butter. So no prep tonight.