Last night for dinner I made carrot soup. It was really awesome with a touch of sweet from the carrots, spice from the ginger and zing from the lemon. If you happen to have a lot of carrots, you can’t go wrong with this soup.
I sit next to a woman who gave birth earlier this year. There’s another woman who is about to foal her own in a few weeks. The woman next door to me pumps breast milk. Thankfully she shuts her door–which seems like the right thing to do, but around here you never know. The very pregnant woman is constantly talking to her about the pumping o’ the milk. It’s an obsession with them. It drives me nuts.
I’m sure it is an amazing thing to know that your tits will shoot out milk, but for the love of all that’s holy, shut up. It’s not like your tits shoot out bourbon.
I’ve been super busy today which is an amazing thing. I ate lunch at my desk and sort of worked while I ate my sandwich–hard to type, read and chew. This is probably only the 3rd time all year I’ve had to do that.
I had a massive stack of paper on the floor waiting to go to the recycle bin and I have not had any visitors today (oh so nice). All of this to say that I was engrossed in what I was doing. Then someone stopped by to ask me something about the people in the office next to me. Their door was shut. The someone blew me off as I stumbled out the answer of who is in there and it’s no big deal they shut the door so we don’t bug each other, you can probably go in. She cut me right the fuck off. Excuse me. I’m working and you just broke my concentration and you can’t wait for me to answer you? WHATEVER.
Also, sick of being called on the phone at home for tech support instead of calling to find out how I am. Only call for tech support or if you need something or to whine about someone else. Wonder why I don’t fall over myself to reach out? Because you don’t give a shit about me. SICK OF IT.
Must get back into my happy space.
Updated: Not to beat a dead horse but this post hadn’t been up more than 5 hours and the phone rang. The caller skipped right past me and talked to the better-half about her damn computer.
I got home this afternoon and immediately left the better-half a voicemail. It went something like this:
On your way home, could you please look at the strip of grass next to our neighbor’s mailbox–the people who live behind us and I can never remember their names–they have a school bus flag on the mailbox. Anyway, those people. Please look at the strip of grass near the woods because I think there are some huge piles of poop there.
Updated: Looks like a horse unloaded out there. I’ll be swerving around that area the next time I cut grass.
Today we made two batches of crackers…so easy and so delicious. I also thawed some smoked trout that we smoked awhile ago and whipped up smoked trout pate. Combine it with the crackers and mead from Heidrun and you have quite a way to celebrate Labor Day:
Sadly, my last official holiday until Thanksgiving.
I met with the allergist today. I had to donate 7 large vials of blood and 2 smaller ones. Those will hopefully give some clues to what’s not causing my muppet face problem. That’s right we’re in the mode of finding out what it isn’t since my symptoms don’t really fit what should be happening.
I also had a skin test. I tested positive for everything except 2 indoor things that had some freaky Latin names. So when I say I’m allergic to everything that grows outside, I’m not exaggerating. Apparently, the way to get an allergist and her nurse excited is to light up like a Christmas tree. There were flames of itch coming off my back at one point–the nurse remarked on how hot my skin was as she rubbed cortisone cream on my back. That cream felt so good. My back was on tour–no lie they brought in a new employee so she could see my reaction because it was so impressive. My back is still reacting and it’s been 8 hours since the test.
At least I excel at something.
Behold the newest addition to my desk:
It’s dead simple to make. Go out to the parking lot. Find a stick. Use masking tape to tape off the sharp edges and then write the word CLUE on it. Begin whacking people on the head. Clues start dropping into their thick skulls.
So it’s no surprise that I work for a large university, right? It might surprise you to know how much our IT system sucks. This afternoon I was in a meeting and the first few minutes were spent saying mean things about how lame our system is…one person went as far to relate a story of how she was talking to the Dean of our School and said she’d rather call her on the phone than email her because she could drive the 20 minutes to campus and see the Dean in person before her computer would even consider sending email. The Dean (the MF DEAN!) said she turns on her PC in the morning and then goes and does something else while she waits for it to stop fingering itself. OK, maybe she didn’t use those exact terms. The point was our IT system blows. And, it’s been especially bad after all those students came back to town. You know, those 30,000 extra people the school has been EXPECTING.
I got home and plunked down in front of my 4 year old computer and said how happy I was to have a fast connection and a speedy machine. The better-half asked me if I was being sarcastic. I said no, I’m serious because our IT system blows filthy chunks. Then he reminded me of the new laptop that I got today and how I’ll think my old one is slow. The new one is pretty awesome, but seriously, a caveman typing with a bird’s beak is faster than what I’ve been putting up with at work.
In honor of Ted Kennedy we made Cape Cods tonight:
(yep, the phone’s camera is not quite awesome)
I have to cease and desist with my use of OTC allergy/sinus medicine for the next 7 days. I have to see an allergist to figure out why I’m having bouts of angioedema. I am NOT looking forward to the next week.
By the way, why do you think the phrase is cease and desist when those words mean the same thing?
