Happy birthday, Atropa!

Happy Atropa day! Sparkly bats for all!

Sorry to skip and be all me-me-me but I have to vent somewhere that constantly telling customers that we don't know anything and I can't answer their questions while suppressing my kneejerk desire to just tell them that they are not actually as important as they think they are is eroding my will to live. I'm so tired.

Back to the grindstone

Yay for that JZ but boo male surgeons. Though I often feel like the expectations are different too—if I sent a business email as a man, people would think it was to the point but because I’m a woman they expect more niceties. Which makes me crazy. (But I also had a person who sent an inappropriate email to a client and I discussed with her manager and he was like “also why is she using all these smiley faces?!” And I was like “oh I think that part is fine, and if she didn’t use them it would seem kinda rude!” (The issue was some other stuff she included that shouldn’t have been shared)

Meeting with a realtor in about an hour to get a better notion of a reasonable sale price for the house. Potential buyers come Saturday so we want to know what a good offer would be. Deep breaths. DH is so exhausted from trying to finish a punch list, that really will never end.

I have officially entered the "you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here (at the library)" of my thesis writing.

When I was in college, they'd close the library at a fairly early hour on Saturdays, seemingly to force students to go out and do something social. People would find hiding places to lurk in so they could continue to work ... and then have to dodge the security guards when they made their rounds.

My manager says that frequently when she's dealing with my boss her silent mantra is, "Remember, he saves little tiny babies. Little tiny babies. Lit-tle tiiiiiny babies."

to be fair, a friend of mine from high school is a pediatric neurosurgeon and he’s not an asshole.

Very much a first world complaint - after a little more than two months our rest rooms are done. No more having to go upstairs to pee (yay). HOWEVER ... it's done to be contact-free, which I'm assuming is good hygienicly, but doesn't provide alternatives. The water in the sink and the soap dispenser go on when you wave your hand underneath their spouts. However, when the handwavium doesn't work, there's no option to press/turn anything to get water or soap. The toilets (theoretically) flush automatically, but when they don't, there's no way to get them to flush ... although if you move while on the toilet, they WILL flush. But maybe not when you're done.

Also, they're so white that you can practically go snow blind from being in the room.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Atropa!

Happy to celebrate Atropa.