Lisa. I have STILL NOT YET been to MOMS!! why I keep forgetting!??! On my list for Saturday.

Are we closing the thread at 30K posts?

.....he slumbernutted coyly.

I'm not seeing a Natter 77 yet.

Can I get the palindrome?

ETA: Score!

I tried making a new Natter so we can close this one, but I am getting an error message.

Is this thing still on? If so, can I bitch about work?

I have a co-worker who is exhausting. Even mostly working from home and only needing to see her for maybe 2-3 hours at a time once every 2-3 weeks, she is exhausting. The most passive person I have ever met in my life, just a completely floppy boneless cat of a person who collapses into a puddle when confronted with any set of circumstances that varies in any way from what she's been explicitly previously instructed in.

Has mail arrived? She takes it out of the mailbox because that's what someone has told her to do, but she is completely paralyzed at the prospect of sorting any of it (even the items that are clearly addressed to people who either have open-plan cubicles or routinely leave their offices unlocked, all of whom are 6 yards or less from her desk) and just dumps it all on my desk in a panic.

Has someone asked her to complete a totally routine task involving a particular patient but misspelled the name by a single letter? She's completely paralyzed until she has emailed and/or called at least three different people to confirm that Eugenia Whatsit and Eugenia Whatzit, both with the same birthdate, same address, same parents, same insurance, same diagnosis and same referring cardiologist, are definitely the same person.

Is there an Excel spreadsheet that needs a new row inserted between two preexisting rows? She is completely paralyzed until someone else opens the spreadsheet and inserts, labels and formats that row.

Has anyone suggested, however delicately and encouragingly and fluffingly, that she's worked here long enough that she can feel confident in taking just a tiny bit of initiative and going ahead and doing a thing without quintuple-checking it through all the rest of us first? She utterly collapses.

She's a little older than me and has worked here forever but still requires endless handholding and cosseting and cheerleading for every single task, incessantly, and it's exhausting. I had an officemate a few years back who literally drove me to daily thoughts of suicide, and I'm not this helpless! I only have to deal with her for 3 hours every few weeks instead of all day every day like in the before times, but I'm still counting down the days until one of us retires.

Good GOD, I am such a bitch. My only saving grace is that I'm bitching here, not right in her face.

Anyhow, in other news, Matilda continues to fill up my heart and David makes lovely treats (but should really consider continuing to poop; clenching until spring is really not a solution), the guinea pigs are still so cute and I'm endlessly grateful to every lovely human here for simply existing.

My Costco has no TP. Woe.

My Costco has no TP. Woe.

Can you get to Cincinnati? Because I know a guy.

Can you get to Cincinnati? Because I know a guy.

HA!

Do you have Big Lots near you? They were the ones who were never out when everybody else was around here.