Ugh. There was an actual farce of mistaken identity due to the lady with the name like mine mispronounced. A whole cascade of coincidence, too. Because I walk out of the restroom and they're wondering if they've found the right person, and all i can think is "she's actually washing her hands right now, if it's not me you want..."
I can't properly dislike her, because she's never been anything other than enthusiastically nice and cheerful towards me (wait, that might be rationale in and of itself). I just want her called something else, dammit.
Unrelatedly, decision isn't a verb, and timebox isn't a word.
Also, why do we kill a tree for every daily meeting? I'm in content management. I'm supposed to be minimising paper in the workplace, dammit.
The storm is starting to arrive here. It's kind of creepy. Alternating between the air being totally still and wind blowing everything everywhere, with no real in-between periods.
I just finished clearing up everything in my yard. I managed to break a
toenail
trying to get my compost bin under the steps.
I am supposed to announce: "We encourage you follow us on Twitter at @DBookFestival and we ask you to tag your
tweets with #Bookzilla."
How should I actually say that? "at DBookFest" and "hash tag Bookzilla"? At sign? Pound sign?
I think you would omit pronouncing the symbols, on the assumption that people who use the Twitter understand how to use them.
Happy Birthday Liese!
I didn't mind the MRI much at all, which kind of surprised me. I got a little twitchy because of the don't move thing, but the tube didn't bother me.
I was face down though, so I wasn't as aware of being in a tube.
I didn't mind the MRI (or tight spaces in general) at all. When I was about four I would play this game where I'd pull the bed away from the wall so there was almost enough room for me to fit through the gap. Then I'd pull the covers around me and purposefully get myself stuck between the bed and the wall. I'd pretend to struggle, which would sorta' cause the bed to slide further from the wall, and eventually I'd slide through the gap and land on the floor.
eta: When about the same age I'd also play a game where I'd crawl head-first into a sleeping bag, turn myself around and then crawl out. I tended to get stuck while turning around, which was part of the fun.
Weather is so crazy. I was just sitting here wondering when the hurricane was going to get here, and all of a sudden it's windy and rainy! Hey, Earl.
I've decided I don't like being 5'8 anymore. It's not tall enough (at my proportions, which are perfectly regular, thanks) to always get pants in long, but tall enough that most pants don't break right. My jeans are too short. I hate them.
Also, either you tight spaces people are weird or I am. No, Jesse, it's not whatever-works-for-whover. Clearly one party or another is in the right, and the other is in the weird.
