Well bless - an nothing to do with the pope.

The first of the "good-byes" are starting. One of the work committees, that I have been involved in for the last 15 years, wants to plan a good-bye lunch for me and another gal, who is moving to Southern California. The other gal is moving next month, so they want to do a joint thing soonish.

Accckkkkkk.

Ok, I'm no longer fit for the mainstream interwebs. Because I've a new goomare-board, have made eight posts and got flagged for language already.I'm a special ed kind of special asshole.

battered steel-toed Mary Jane Docs

::meep!::

And Tom, you're a doll for remembering. It's coming up on time to go through the searchy motions again.

ita, what size are you? [link]

Not Docs, but steel toes and Mary Janes.

note to self: size 8 never works, no matter how much I tell myself they'll stretch just a little.

There was a thing in the paper about what the pope wears - the red shoes are supposed to represent the blood of martyrs. ew

So he's standing in it?

I guess I just don't get how this all works.

Plei, I sent you an e-mail. Gmail hates me, so it may have gone into your spam filter. Just letting you know.

I'm a pretty solid 8.5. Halfway tempted to give it a shot, but steel toes are even more likely to be miserable if they don't fit right.

So close!

Prof gave me some crappy comments on a final paper from last quarter. Sure the paper was sub-standard for me, but totally better than most of the others. Also was sub-standard because I had a death in the family and I was the primary organizer of his service and the handling of his remains. Which the prof knew. Sorry if my priorities were elsewhere dude. Also, thanks for turning my grade in a 3 weeks past the deadline. Asshat.

PS: Yes, I am mostly annoyed because I sleptwalk through the class/paper and got called on it.

GC, go to the prof and tell him/her thank you for the comments. Tell him/her that you appreciate the respect s/he has for you to tell you the truth. Tell her/him that you made a conscious decision to sleepwalk through the paper because you recognized that as important as that class was, life and death matters were more important, and you appreciate the fact that s/he didn't give you a pity grade.

And then watch as said professor keels over and falls off his/her chair with a heart attack from the shock of a student not coming to complain about a grade.

So, the Pope, as expected screwed up my commute home. I thought it would be because of traffic, but instead I sat and waited in a line of cars that the Secret Service had stopped while they checked out what might be a bomb (I'm guessing, but they were running the dogs in and out and around there). If a bomb had gone off and I'd died because they made me stop near the building I'd be pissed. As it is, I'm glad to be home with the puppy.

I showed people at work the see-through Pope picture and they laughed -- of course, the only people at work were those who weren't on the other side of campus because they wanted to see the Pope. Only heathens at work this afternoon!