Many happy anniversaries abounding! Yay!
'Not Fade Away'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
(((((JZ))))) I'm sorry that things have been so consistently bad at work. Try to remember that it is a good thing to have a child who recognizes that your sad and wants to make it better.
Happy anniversary, anniversary-having people!
I have a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell Lemsip. Ugh. Crappy end to an otherwise excellent week. Being sick is even less fun with a little boy; I'm very worried that he'll catch it too.
All hail the power of the breakfast burrito. I feel better already.
Sorry you're sick,bt.
Happy Anniversary, Sox!
I have to get up from this computer and do some chores... soon.
I sat down to do a personal inventory and realized that for the past TWO MONTHS, I have had to deal two to three times a week with beating down the queasy certainty that the only possible solutions are to either stand up and quit right now, or to stand up right now and run for the nearest bus north so I can jump off the Golden Gate Bridge.
This is where I'm at with work too. I got a talking to yesterday. I really hate my job, which I in fact shared with my director during our conversation.
You know what helps? Manhattans.
You know what helps? Manhattans.
Manhattans at work would help even more. Of course, they'd lead to another whole subset of work problems, but the gift with purchase of Manhattans is that you cease to care so much.
(It's probably a very bad idea to even joke about that--God knows I've got rampant Glaring Problems With Alcohol roving throughout one side of my family, but, yeah. Work is just THAT BAD.)
Ugh, I'm sorry, Nora. It's a hell of a way to go through your work week--it's just too damn much of your waking life to spend in that kind of misery.
Monday isn't even possible (all the relevant people are in clinic all day), but Tuesday, I swear. I'm going to sit down with Big Kind Boss and talk to him about all of it and submit for an excellent job in another subdivision of this division, far away from anyone here.
JZ, that sounds like a reasonable course of action.
I've been there. I have nothing to add other than "it really sucks a lot"
(It's probably a very bad idea to even joke about that--God knows I've got rampant Glaring Problems With Alcohol roving throughout one side of my family, but, yeah. Work is just THAT BAD.)
Yeah, my sister and cousin raised eyebrows when I mentioned my new Manhattan plan. I DON'T CARE. I asked Tom if we can look at our finances this weekend to see how viable it is if I quit. I suspect the answer is "not very."
It just makes me feel like such a failure. All the time.
Morning all.
Happy Anniversary to all those that it applies to.
Last night, watched the Green Lantern First Flight. AIFG! Far better than Saturday morning cartoons!
And for the first time in 12 months, I came one day away from catastrophe. After 15 years of paychecks every week, I almost didn't have enough cash to cover rent! :: HUGS :: the first being on Saturday. :: SCOWLS :: at every other Friday pay schedule.