So today started with IT rebooting the servers without warning (a big NoNo), them not coming up correctly, a frustrating meeting that had both me & boss yelling No! at people, a software install, and an interminable circular meeting with more telling no and tangents. And my period started at the beginning of it all so I felt gross and uncomfortable & my office was too hot & I didn't have 5 seconds to go turn on the ac for hours. And I resent the fuck out of jabber. But slack is even worse.
Wash ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
Also, I just managed to fully read an email mom sent this morning, and amidst other unrelated details,she let me know my uncle with dementia has quit eating and drinking and will likely die within a week. BURY THAT LEDE MOM.
Today can fuck off.
Coworkers: (rising from the general murmuring) "You know, I did not steal the dude's cheese!"
I'm sorry, sarameg. That's a no good very bad day.
Is she actually, literally a praying mantis or some other parasite?
Praying mantises aren't parasites! They're full-on sex cannibal predators! (And just the regular variety of cannibal predators, that often gets overlooked. They can quite happily kill and devour another mantis without trying to have sex with it, they don't want you to think they have some kind of compulsion about this.)
I am sorry sarameg.
Of the five sisters, only mom & Mary will still have living husbands. I hate this chapter.
I'm so sorry, sarameg.
I'm so sorry, sarameg.
All the kids in my son's school are obsessed with Fidget Spinners. Which every store in town is sold out of, naturally.
Thanks. It's been on the horizon a long time, but it still sucks when the inevitable moves from a nebulous place in the future to days away. And I never got one of his amazing pottery bowls made for me (he was a potter, among other things, like world-sought biochemist, before the dementia.) It was something he did for us kids' big milestones like weddings and births, but I didn't do the usual. He promised me one once, but then stuff happened. I may ask my mom for one she has, they have a lot of his stuff. I do have a paper box from his papermaking days.