I went to a work-related cocktail party and did very well! And left at the first possible opportunity. Perfect.
Mal ,'Jaynestown'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
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.
Way to go, Calli!
Costume changes, -t?
Yes, changed twice during the thing. No one who wasn't sitting with me remarked on it (except one person told me I had on a pretty dress after the first change and someone else complimented the third outfit (2nd muumuu) but I don't think either of those people noticed that I had been wearing something else earlier), but it amused my department. And one of my coworkers JUST noticed the blue hair today. It is pretty subtle, but her gasp of amazement was pretty funny considering how often I talk to her, but it took the light hitting just right I guess.
Way to go, Jesse!
Sounds fun, -t.
'Twas. And the food was excellent - catered roast pork, chicken done I don't know how but tasty, delicious noodles, macaroni salad, musubi, rice, and salad. Nom nom nom. And all that was after the surprise birthday potluck breakfast we threw together for my boss. It was pretty clever of me, I think, to go from the more fitted dress to looser and looser muumuus as the day went on, I must say.
It was pretty clever of me, I think, to go from the more fitted dress to looser and looser muumuus as the day went on, I must say.
Excellent planning. A few years ago my next door neighbor gave me a couple muumuus because I had hurt my back and she wanted me to have an easier time dressing. She lived in them. Comfy for sure, but since I connect them with her I feel like an old lady when I wear them.
Grargh. I am still irritated with the adulting. And then I got home and had to talk to Aetna, so now I'm ready to burn down the world. I am doing nothing else responsible tonight, just watching GBBO.
And then I got home and had to talk to Aetna, so now I'm ready to burn down the world.
Humana is sending a death panel doctor* to meet with Tim and review his medical status, I assume because his use of health care resources jumped so dramatically this year. It's a little weird.
*(Not really a death panel doctor, but it's funnier to call them that.)
That sounds so fun, -t.
Yeah, god forbid you use your fucking insurance.