Poor Gracie! And poor Kat. I hope she's feeling better very soon.

I am at work wearing shorts and a t-shirt and it feels SO WEIRD

it feels SO WEIRD

I bet, -t. I know some professors who will wear cargo shorts and tevas to work, but I can't hang with that.

Ditto. I cook with Vermouth fairly often.

My mother used to keep a bottle of dry vermouth around just for that reason. Somehow, I just never picked up the habit, but I think I need to. I rarely have white wines in the house and when they are they are usually semi-sweet/dry; I don't like really dry wines.

Despite the fact I work "on campus," in that I work for the School of Medicine and Public Health, we are all located in/adjacent to the hospital, which sets the tone. Therefore, while we technically have casual Fridays, in practice we wear exactly the same thing we wear during the rest of the week. No jeans or shorts, ever, which is so different from the rest of campus. At least I can wear capris, all week, even. And hospital employees are even more restricted, you don't even want to know.

I hope Grace's fever breaks soon, and that you got some sleep, Kat.

Burrell, a good friend has just started at your Uni. I am so excited to have them in LA, because we think we may see them more often now.

Lots of vibes to Gracie (and you!), Kat.

Ugh, Maria, such utter rancid bullshit. Time to make an escape plan -- even if you pull off a miracle, all that'll happen is that they'll think that you can pull off miracles regularly and it's just fine to throw more impossible bullshit on you.

My workplace is about to head into utter turmoil -- the new(ish, 3 years) division chief just formally announced his resignation, publicly because of an exciting new opportunity he couldn't pass up but privately because of exciting new opportunity giving him an escape hatch from the entrenched dysfunction and systemic pettiness that were sucking the marrow out of his soul. His personal assistant, who moved here from Seattle to continue being his personal assistant, is ever so slightly freaking right the fuck out.

And in completely other news, Rage!Nurse has died. I don't even know what to feel, but all I can muster at the moment is relief. And then shame at feeling nothing but relief at the news of someone's death.

A moment of silence for Rage!Nurse. May her ragings at long last come to an end.

Indeed, peace to someone who apparently didn't find it here.

No shame, JZ. Except perhaps for earworming me with A Chorus Line. But peace to her and to you.

Relief is a perfect cromulent feeling under the circumstances, JZ. You are only beholden to your own needs here, not her family's.

Burrell, a good friend has just started at your Uni. I am so excited to have them in LA, because we think we may see them more often now.

Groovy! What department?

My mother used to keep a bottle of dry vermouth around just for that reason. Somehow, I just never picked up the habit, but I think I need to. I rarely have white wines in the house and when they are they are usually semi-sweet/dry; I don't like really dry wines.

If you tend to have sweeter wines on hand, they work well for cooking. Dry vermouth is not dry like a dry white wine is dry, it's just not as sweet as a sweet vermouth. But then I never got down wine nomenclature.