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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Okay, I have booked my Christmas travel and found a promo code to save money on a taxi to SFO on Wednesday because my flight is at 6:40am. UGH, why did I do that to myself?
At least I'm planning to work from home tomorrow, so I should be able to do laundry and pack and get in bed as early as possible without a long commute.
Shrift I hear your pain--my options tend to either be "leave at 6am" or "get to Indiana at midnight". This year I went for the midnight option because it goes through Phoenix, so less chance of O'Hare snow issues.
Yeah, we return Saturday at 1:05AM. Well, Sunday morning.
Yeah, I'm sure my other options involved arriving after midnight. I'm connecting through Minneapolis on the way there and Houston on the way back.
I'm looking at the information for a new medication I'm starting. It says that, if I experience a loss of blood pressure or pulse, I should get emergency help immediately. I think I could have figured that one out, though I'm puzzled as to how, exactly, that's supposed to work.
Forty-five minutes later, a kitchen guy showed up, who stared at the meatballs and said "Wow, just wow" repeatedly.
I'm sorry but this made me laugh.
If you experience a LOSS of blood pressure or pulse? Like, not just low BP or pulse, but GONE? Yeah, that's an ER trip. Or a morgue one. Wtf.
I don't want to work tomorrow. I'm working with people who don't want to get shit done, and I only come here every six weeks or so and every time they're all "yea, working on that, have it for you next time" and the next time they maybe have one of five things done, and now it's been MONTHS that shit should've been done and I just want to yell at them and I can't. But if they don't do their job I can't do mine and it makes me crazy.
Work is bullshit, clearly.
I'm having a wardrobe semi-fiasco this morning. At the last minute, I decided my sweater and skirt was too frumpy, so switched to a button-down and cardigan. Got to work, sat down, and the buttons up the front of my skirt all gape open in a really unattractive way! Went to the bathroom and examined my options. The shirt is too long to untuck, but I can button up the cardigan half-way, and it's more or less OK. PHEW.
Gaping is not good. I have one button skirt that is all gapesville.
In a quiet house so early in the morning. I am super uninspired to DO anything.
Talk more, people. I'm starting to obsess about things like breakfast's arriving at 9 today and 6:30 yesterday. This morning, the guy just roughly pushed my laptop, book, et al to the side and plopped down the tray in a way that put hot broth 18 inches away from my mouth.