I'm hoping I will be able to stop working early tomorrow, we'll see. I keep thinking that I will do stuff and be productive on my own behalf after work since there are hours of daylight I could use when I finish up but I'm generally so tired that I just want to collapse, so getting off early wouldn't do me much good if it just means collapsing earlier...
I didn't create the troll. I didn't date the troll. In fact I hate the troll. I helped deflate the troll-- All done.
Willow ,'Potential'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
-t - May 27, 2021 3:10:14 pm PDT #6711 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
DavidS - May 27, 2021 3:18:08 pm PDT #6712 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Just getting back from lunch with my friend Lauren, who I haven't seen since my wedding with JZ 17 years ago!
She used to live in my neighborhood and since she freelanced, and I temped and had periodic weekdays off, I could always just call her up and get together for coffee without any planning. And it was so nice. Proximity matters.
But it was just as easy and fun to talk with her as it's always been, plus an added layer of affection. Hung out for three hours and it flew by like nothing.
NoiseDesign - May 27, 2021 5:54:18 pm PDT #6713 of 30000
Our wings are not tired
not-approved-by-Noise Design hammock in a standThat's right dammit!
Consuela - May 27, 2021 6:22:08 pm PDT #6714 of 30000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
17 years ago! I cannot believe it.
The new gig is kind of stressful, and I guess it shows: my boss stopped by my office on Tuesday and asked, very nicely, "Are you okay? You seem stressed."
Which -- I liked my old boss, but he is an odd duck, and it's been a long time since I had a direct supervisor who actually asked that sort of thing. So that was nice.
Laura - May 28, 2021 5:09:32 am PDT #6715 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Today is the day we celebrate the birth of Gudanov! We are so grateful for you. I sincerely hope that this is a rewarding year. May the stresses of recent years dissipate.
Also birthday wishes for Sean K. He doesn't venture in here often, but often in my thoughts. Updates from him on FB of late have been joyful and for that I am delighted.
Sorry about the stress, Consuela, but helpful to have an understanding boss.
Matt the Bruins fan - May 28, 2021 8:26:31 am PDT #6716 of 30000
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Happy Birthday Gudanov!
JenP - May 28, 2021 8:27:01 am PDT #6717 of 30000
Many Happies to both Gud and Sean!
brenda m - May 28, 2021 9:58:19 am PDT #6718 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Happy birthdays!
Yesterday I found out that my boss, when he was 18, got cited for drag racing with Mike Tyson. Which is extremely random and yet entirely surprising.
ETA : unsurprising! That should say unsurprising.
Calli - May 28, 2021 10:36:19 am PDT #6719 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Happy birthday, Sean and Gudanov!
Work is stressing me out. Some of it is good—the responsibility for a major, high visibility project. But some of it is not. Maybe the major, high visibility project will impress someone up north and they'll help me out of this humid, kudzu infested hellscape.
But hey, I have a 2-day work week next week, so that'll be nice.
amyparker - May 28, 2021 11:56:11 am PDT #6720 of 30000
You've got friends to have good times with. When you need to share the trauma of a badly-written book with someone, that's when you go to family.
My great-grandparents' home is back on the market.
Jim says he is very sorry, but he cannot buy the property and teleport it here: we would, in fact, have to live in Pennsylvania. I think this is a failure of imagination on his part. LOOK what those heathens did to the kitchen, never mind the bathroom! That price, I could afford to bring in people who knew what they were doing in to put it right, provided I could distract my dad with something shiny to keep him from assuming the general contractor role . . . .
(This is the moment when Bev and Plei and Atropa rush in, sit on me, hide the keyboard and sing the "No More Old Houses" song until I come to my senses.)