It's way too cold outside.
Also, when I got to work this morning, I had a moment of panic because I couldn't remember closing my garage door when I left. I mentioned it to a coworker who lives around the corner from me (just, like, "I'm too spacey to remember if I closed the garage door or not, but at least in our neighborhood and in this weather I don't really need to worry too much about someone using it to break into my house,"), and he was like, "Oh, my neighbor is at home. I'll text him and ask him to walk over and check." So that was really nice. (And I had not, in fact, left the door open.)
It's way too cold outside.
Agreed. This weather is bullshit.
There should not be snow before my birthday, and my birthday isn't until tomorrow.
And the wind chill this far south just shouldn't be in the single digits at all.
Ugh. Up already in that too-early-to-wake/too-late-to-fall-back-asleep dead zone. The stress of accounting and auditing the invite list and basically goddamn everything about the holiday party at work is going to fucking kill me. What a colossally, fantastically stupid way to die.
Just got in from taking the dog out to pee.
It's colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra.
JZ, we will not suffer your sacrifice for a party.
I'm going to talk with my manager and my counterpart about it. She's underutilized for sure (tbh, she's mostly forgotten, for a variety of reasons too complicated to type on a phone) and something needs to change about this whole miserable dynamic.
This was going to be my year to just sit it out and be a guest, dammit.
Happy belated birthday, Jessica!
Happy birthday, Hil!
Loving the cool weather here.
Happy birthday, Hil!
It's so cold here in NY that both of my children willingly wore their actual winter coats AND scarves AND gloves.
Happy birthday Jessica and Hil.
Very cold here as well. Arguing with my never cold girl to wear not only a coat but a hat and gloves is exhausting first thing in the morning.
