Bah -- I got in trouble first thing this morning about a thing I dropped the ball on -- and why do I only drop the ball on things my boss has been looped in on? I swear to god, I take care of a million things she never hears about and fuck up one, once in a while. So anyway, now people are driving me crazy I don't feel like working, which is definitely counterproductive. I did send out a couple of things already, though, so that's something.
'Lessons'
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.
I would say my coffee is broken, but I do choose to drink decaf so I guess it is working as advertised. Be that as it may, I would like a nap.
Aargh, Theo! As my mother would say, "Great shall be your reward in heaven."
From an article in the NYT about SurveyMonkey:
Inside the three working floors of SurveyMonkey’s headquarters, conference rooms are named for what the company sees as its three stages of gaining insight. At the base is survey creation, and rooms are named for Miles Davis and Frida Kahlo, among other creators. Next is information collection, which earned room names for James Bond and Catwoman. Finally comes analysis, with rooms named after Sherlock Holmes and Veronica Mars.
It turns out that when you stagger around in a rage shutting off your alarms and then for some reason go back to bed, you will be late for work.
It turns out that when you stagger around in a rage shutting off your alarms and then for some reason go back to bed, you will be late for work.
Huh. I should have tried that.
ION, I have to go back to the dentist again because the two teeth he worked on a few weeks ago both have had chunks of filling fall out.
Hi folks. Yesterday started great -- I made yeasted waffles for the first time. It turns out they really are that much tastier than regular waffle batter. But the day devolved by the afternoon. So much for father's day.
It turns out that when you stagger around in a rage shutting off your alarms and then for some reason go back to bed, you will be late for work.
Independently verified.
This Monday is chock full of Tino, it seems.
Which is why, besides having an alarm clock, I have the alarm on my Fitbit set as a drop-dead, you must get the fuck out of bed or else. It's also a reminder, when I get up on time, to get out of the comfy chair and into the shower.
I was also late. I hit snooze every 10 minutes from 5 am - 8 am. I don't know what possesses me to do that. I should not have gone back to bed at 4am when I woke up.
ETA: What I really need is for someone to yell at me until I get up, I think. I don't even get up if the cat is poking me and meowing.