Swam at the city pool at Druid Hill. Where I'm going the rest of the week. Costs me $3 a shot and I can't shower there, but stress free, not far, available lanes and pretty! I think it's a smidge-like a foot or two- shorter, but I can live with that. It was adult swim so it might be crazier tomorrow, but it's a huge main pool and separate dive pool. Weekend might be dicier, but I might have better luck with the Ys then.
I am in a so much better mood. Even though I'm still breaking things at work left and right.
And really odd to find a meatspace friend on Twitter because local reporter retweets her hearing a really close shooting a couple blocks away...and I didn't even hear it. Oh, Baltimore.
In that vein... [link]
Navy retires dress capes, tiaras [link]
So ... I got the job offer today.
It's ridiculously qualified with TENTATIVE all over the letter, and it's conditional upon my passing some background checks (and fingerprinting). But god willing and the creek don't rise, I may have a start date in about a month. Or so.
In other news, I fell while running this morning and chewed up my leg and elbow something ugly. HURTS. And apparently hydrogen peroxide is no longer the thing to use: you are more likely to scar with H2O2. So I'm using off-brand neosporin instead.
Yay for the job offer, Consuela!
For the ugly scrapes, are you using Tegaderm bandages? It makes a huge difference in terms of how they heal up, keeps the wound moist and clean.
I don't know them! I thought for scrapes, we were supposed to let them dry and scab so they wouldn't get infected...
I think Lori was recommending some of the fancier band-aids for open wounds. I know she likes burn film!
Congrats on the job! Overdue to say the least.
So ... I got the job offer today.
Hooray! I have no advice on wound care.
I had my annual review today. It was all very positive except for one bit of criticism which is a textbook example of a thing only women get criticized for (I can sometimes be brusque or curt in my responses). I kinda wanted to roll my eyes and hold up a mirror. Or say, "Hi I'm Kettle. You must be Pot." I refrained.
I was exhausted most of the day because at 3am I had to console a distraught kitty. ISTG, I think she had a nightmare and woke up in the living room scared and alone. I woke to the most bereft, pathetic cries. I sat up and Gilda was lying next to my feet with a WTH? look on her face. I said, "What's going on, Rosie?" and she came racing into the room, still crying. It was way too hot for her to snuggle up to me, but she did for at least half an hour before she seemed to be over it.
Congrats on the job! Sorry about the scrapes.
I'm in my grumpy blanket fort, but my pillow is too close to the floor because every time I press my ear to it I hear a humming noise like I'm in The Matrix or something.
