Good luck and quick relief, sarameg.
Now I think I need to turn on Wimbledon.
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.
Good luck and quick relief, sarameg.
Now I think I need to turn on Wimbledon.
I hope it goes well, sara.
Tooth relief to Sara.
Today at work seems to be the day that I get to rail on everyone for poorly documenting (or not documenting at all) changes and conversations to schedules and deliveries that I must report on. Guess what? When I have to ask people, 5 or more times DAILY for info to complete my reports, then your processes are SHIT. I will start CC'ing the boss and I will make all my requests for info and clarification IN WRITING, noting every where I looked for the info and failed to find it. The fact that people think walking into my office and giving me the info verbally is satisfactory is a joke. I will send your reply out to all in email again and ask that the shared documents be updated.
Good luck, Sara!
DO IT, MSBELLE.
Tooth~ma, sarameg.
Ugh, msbelle. This Wednesday feels like a damned Monday.
Aaand I've got an appt with an endodontist this afternoon. This feels familiar.
I hope that the endodontist provides relief.
I'm feeling really tired and out of it today. My doc put me on brisdelle to fight the nightsweats because I can't do hormone replacement therapy. Is that what is making me extra stupid?
I've been totally inconsistent with my use of the Oxford comma.
Burn the witch!
It's a fair cop.
(I'd rather go swimming. Because that probably isn't happening tonight.)
I was not prepared for this morning. I didn't call in sick and stay in bed all day, although I'm not sure that was the right call. I got to my office and discovered my hair sticking up like Alfalfa from Little Rascals, my eyeliner smudged, and one under eye circle so bad it looks like I lost a rumble.