Wooooo-hooooo Theo!!! Regular shoes must be so nice. I look at my shoes and sigh.
I had a knock on my door and thought it was the person with the cold therapy machine (and with this weather, why - I could just stick my foot in the snow) but it was three people here to measure just about everything in my apartment. Since they are renovating my apartment after I move out, they wanted to measure the counters, cabinets, and window blinds since those will be part of the renovation. I was only embarassed about letting them into CJ's room. Luckily the rest of the house is in clean chaos mode.
More snow and ice hit Birmingham than expected. My nephews are stuck at school because the buses can't run, SIL is on the side of the road (not sure if she was trying to get them or out for a site visit) and my brother is stuck downtown at work. Clusterfuck.
I should call my parents to see how they're doing. The blower motor on their furnace blew up on Saturday and they don't expect the new one to show up before tomorrow.
Remember how kids all think we're all ancient? Just posted by a FB friend of mine from her kid: "Mom, were you born in the 1900's or the 1800's? Were you born before the Revolution or after?"
Were you born before the Revolution or after?
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Which revolution, I wonder?
Darned kids.
CJ has been bemoaning how old he is. He is older than the Harry Potter series was last night's discovery. He turns 18 this summer and I think he is not ready to hit that milestone. I tell him he isn't an official adult until he graduates highschool next year.
I tell mac that despite what society says, he is not an official adult until his brain fully develops at 25 or so. Still he will be old enough to have lots and lots of responsibilities.
So I am in a CRABBY mood. Partially contributed to my lack of food yet today. Partially contributed to my TIREDNESS. Partially contributed my disdain for people at work.
#3 is what I can control the easiest honestly and I am trying to keep in mind that this is just a job and I get really decent pay and yadda yadda yadda. Boss knows I am kinda done with feeling dumped on (reality is that everyone is dumped on, we have too much work and not enough people), so he invited me to lunch today. I gripe internal (and sometimes externally) about the lunch thing, because it is just unfair, but what people do not get is - I don't want to GO to lunch with them, I just want my lunch to be paid for also. See every time they go out for lunch, they put it on the company. But I do not want to spend an hour of my time with them socially. good God. So I asked if he just bring me back something since I was getting so much done. Fuzzy will be here shortly. YAY!
Lunch is a good thing. I was in a serious funk and then S. brought me beef and broccoli, and now I'm less ... funky.
Who's Fuzzy, though?
