My brother has an appointment today with his therapist. I'm looking forward to the therapist's input on Jeff's attempt to taper off alcohol without going to the hospital.
Jeff is still sleeping right now, so I have blessed silence. My brother is one of my favorite people in the world, but I'm used to spending most of the day alone, so having someone there 24/7 is weird. (Even on the weekends, when Tim is around, he isn't a chatterbox. I've gotten used to Beckmeyer stoicism!)
I am drinking some seriously good coffee, though. Benefits of a SiL who's a coffee buyer.
Mmm, coffee. Hope the therapist appointment is helpful!
Best of luck today, Teppy! I hope the therapist can talk some sense into your brother.
Good luck today, Teppy! Hopefully incessant talking is a good sign.
He's awake and STILL TALKING.
I usually store my purse and lunch container on the spare chair in my office. When my coworker is coming in to meet, I clear off the chair. If she comes in and it turns out she needs to sit down, she just moves my purse and my lunch thing. Without asking. And puts them on the floor.
I realize this is not a big deal, but it really trips my no-touchy-my-stuff neurosis, and I find it kind of rude.
I realize this is not a big deal, but it really trips my no-touchy-my-stuff neurosis, and I find it kind of rude.
Huh. I'd do what your coworker does. But I might be rude. Though the logic is My Ass Trumps Your Stuff, which is the why people who occupy two seats on the train so they can have their bag on a seat get stinkeye.
Admittedly this is your office and your stuff, so it's not an exact correlation.
It's not like I would refuse to move my stuff. I just don't get a chance to.
people who occupy two seats on the train so they can have their bag on a seat get stinkeye.
That's definitely rude.
I'm flying on Thursday to a con, and for some reason, the first-class tickets were not much more expensive than coach, so I splurged. I'm going to judge the people in coach as they walk by.
I would ask before moving stuff. I have a pretty high no-touchy-my-stuff thing myself, though.
First-class, woo!
