Yeah, Sophia, part of my problem is my job description has officially changed, but what I actually do does not, at this point, match either my old job description or the new one and I don't know what to do with that. My current plan is to copy from last year's review and delete what no longer applies and try to add what I think does and hope for the best. One benefit of this approach is that my actual review from last year was really quite good although the process felt terrible and there were no raises so the whole thing still seems bitter, but at least I have nice things to copy into this year's review (also, last year's review covered through June and now this review is supposed to be for all of 2020 so I think using some of last year's is perfectly cromulent).

Fucking yikes, billytea.

My bathroom light died as I was getting out of the shower this morning. While I was in between meetings, I fought with the lighting fixture to disassemble it, and after application of some WD-40 and some pliers, I succeeded! Then I had to YouTube how to remove fluorescent light bulbs, and I finally got those fuckers to turn so the pins were lined up to remove them. Later today, I will trot over to the hardware store in the hopes that they carry these lights and that they'll take the old ones off my hands for recycling.

Yikes, billytea. Very glad it wasn't worse.

Oh, puppies. Lucy once chewed a hole in the kitchen floor.

Which is funny to be reminded of right now, because my sister just called to tell me she poked a hole in the freaking bathroom sink. It's been left running because of the cold and it wasn't draining so she was snaking it out. It started draining all right. Right on to the cabinet and the floor, because the snake tool poked right through the rust that was apparently holding the whole thing together.

Guess the bathroom remodel just got moved up the priority list. Aargh.

Oh, no, brenda!

I was going to type something, but that threw me off, and now I can't remember! Oh, brain, I miss your youthy steel trapitude.

Then I had to YouTube how to remove fluorescent light bulbs, and I finally got those fuckers to turn so the pins were lined up to remove them.

Oooh, I used to have to change the fluorescent bulbs at my maintenance job at the all girl Catholic School.

These opening statements, oh dear Lawd. The House managers were so eloquent and effective and powerful, and the ex-president's lawyers are so very clearly the only lawyers he could get at this point.

ugh, brenda. I have a snake for our elderly bathroom sink, which backs up depressingly often, and I'm pretty certain the only reason that hasn't happened to us is that the pipes are swaddled in multiple layers of duck tape and our snake could possibly punch a hole in rust but it couldn't go any further.

Work rant: A new doctor at one of our outreach clinics sent me two separate requests last week to add him to our weekly conference announcement list, one request directly and one via his supervising MD. I added him, but he has some kind of problem with his Zoom settings, so he couldn't get into the meeting this morning. He emailed me again at 7 to ask me to put him on the mailing list, cc'ing our tech troubleshooter. I pointed out that he's been on the list, and the troubleshooter said he needs to call IT about his Zoom settings.

Since then I've gotten three more emails from three different other people, and one long-distance call, asking me to please make sure he's on the mailing list. DUDE, MY MAN, YOU ARE ON THE MAILING LIST. YOU'VE BEEN ON THE MAILING LIST. STOP ASKING OTHER PEOPLE TO TELL ME TO DO A THING I'VE ALREADY DONE AND FIX A THING I CAN'T FIX.

I don't care if I have to self-quarantine for another 10 days, if he sends one more person after me I'm going to drive down to Fresno and stomp on his toes.

The dog and I often walk by Jamie R's house on our walkies, and ever since his son passed away there has been at least one police car parked on the block. After Jan 6, there have been three (two Capitol Police, and one city/county) at all times. We wave, and one of the officers sometimes there is clearly a dog person from the hello we get back.

We have similar problems - I periodically have to advise people to check their junk/spam folders for our announcements. Or they unsubscribe by accident. Or they just don't see it. One person - who insisted he wasn't receiving our weekly e-newsletter so I was forwarding him my copy - was complaining that it arrived as being sent from me. sigh ....

Meanwhile, seems other people are worse at Zoom than I am (although I've been reminded to mute myself when I don't have anything to say).

Timelies all!

Sounds scary, billytea. Glad everyone's ok.

One person - who insisted he wasn't receiving our weekly e-newsletter so I was forwarding him my copy - was complaining that it arrived as being sent from me.

What now? Can all these people just STOP. This is just silly. He doesn't want his problem solved; he wants a reason to keep complaining.

My guy is getting all the emails and he knows he is; he just can't get into the Zoom meetings, and somehow he's convinced himself that there's some real list I'm refusing to put him on, and also that I am the Boss of Zoom and he doesn't need to call IT if he just keeps pestering me long enough. But there isn't, I'm not and he does. He tasks me.