Ugh, birthday weekend hangover. I hope Matilda outgrows birthday parties before they kill us.
She had the last piece of fancypants birthday cake for breakfast.
And we'll be eating leftover pizza all week, I expect.
I was very pleasantly surprised to be able to see the eclipse from our back porch. We never get to see anything in the sky in SF, so that was a low expectations exceeded type moment.
Now I must wash socks.
I have a meeting with the big big boss and my union rep in less than an hour because they are monkeying with my flextime arrangement for no good reason (that I can see.) I am fighting it on the principle of the thing more than anything...if I lose it's not a great hardship. But it's another sign of my workplace being less than hospitable to workers. Wish me luck.
Crush them, Sue! Make them rue the day!
Good luck, Sue. Hold their feet to the fire.
Thanks guys.
I am letting my union rep do all the talking.
Stick it to the Man, Sue! Go union rep!
You know, I just never really got a handle on September. Maybe I should start focusing on October now.
Made it to the dentist. Hope nothing else falls apart while I am out...
Good luck with that, -t.
This day continues to suck beyond the telling. I still have my home number from MD--it's a Vonage line so it rings directly on my cell phone. It just rang and the caller ID said "Rob Payne-Home." I'm crying now, and I can't afford to because there is SO MUCH WORK that needs to be done. I haven't been able to erase him out of my contacts, and this is what happens. For half a second, I thought he wasn't gone.