I usually work three days a week. This week, however, I’m working five.
Today is day four of this unending stint, and I’ll tell you what: three is better than five. I rather wish I were at home doing some knitting.
There’s a unisex bathroom here, and in it is the tallest toilet in the world. Should I sit on it, my feet dangle. It makes me feel like a little kid playing grownup. Do you suppose it was designed that way on purpose?
One of the guys here at LISCO East told me this morning that he was sorry in advance if he ever behaved inappropriately in my presence, since this department has ever been all-male and he might slip. I smiled at him and said I hadn’t been offended yet, and he’d probably better cover his ears if I ever get truly pissed off. But the idea was sweet, no? I think I get such nice treatment because I wear skirts all the time. Most of the guys here came to LISCO after I moved to administration and don’t remember me crawling around under furniture running cable… they probably haven’t realized yet that I wear pants under my skirts and that a skirt is really just a gigantic portable towel. A lot of very useful stuff can be accomplished by a woman in a skirt.
I read some blogs on blogging this morning. Blogging has got to be the strangest phenom on the web; most of it is done by people with nothing interesting to say and who don’t really write well. And there’s a lot of it. I’m not cynical enough to stop blogging for these reasons; I was blogging before the word blog was in general useage. I’m not even sorry that I’m not someone who should be blogging!
Smootches to all who read my blog, even occasionally. Blessings upon your houses.
I’m going to go audit my DSL database and then unfuck the gallery page. Cheerio!
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Aw Mush… ya get no sympathy from this salty old broad! Think of all the poor schmucks out there who work 6-7 days a week! I’d give my right big toe to only NEED to work three days a week!
Man, why can’t we be more like the French?
Yeah, no sympathy here either. Someday I’ll be working part time. Or I’ll have my own shop and be working 24/7, but that will be worth it. Ang is right, the Europeans have their priorities straight. 6 weeks vacation!!! Woo hoo!
You’re a bunch of bitches. Snort! I’m just so fucking *tired*. I’m running on coffee… I noticed today that I’ve been wandering over to Mi-T-Mart around 2 or 3 each day and getting a Starbucks or a sugary drink because I’m so fucking beat by then. Tuesday night I went to bed at 7:30 and slept until my alarm went off the next morning! Hey, did someone just yawn?
Heh heh… I, for one, have NEVER disagreed with ANYone about my bitchdom! It’s a simple fact. But I know what you mean about being tired; I’ve been battling a sinus infection all f*ing week long (low grade fever, achey, tired, the works) and have still been at this hell hole for 8 hours a day ONLY because we’re so busy right now that I simply CAN’T take time off. It sucks to be tired all the time. My goal for the weekend (because I have Sunday AND Monday off!!) is to SLEEEP. Another is to try to cut down on my carb intake, ‘cuz that really makes me sleepy. There’s not enough caffeine in the world to float my dragging ass above sea level at this point.
And on that note, I’m baaaack! See, Mush? When it rains, it pours. Have fun with Amma next week (get a hug for me, will ya?) And gee, if I were dating someone, I’d be going to see her myself just to see if we could stick together… wasn’t that your acid test of relationships? **big smile**