With apologies to Virginia Woolf, perhaps a shed of one’s own is nearly as good as a room.
It just needs some ramps and then I will rock the garden shed!
While standing in the surf watching the better-half and The Niece swim, I had a brilliant idea.
We purchased these from a fisherman:
I made a boil out of some of the supplies we’d brought with us. They were the most amazing shrimp–big, juicy, a little sweet and so very fresh. I told The Niece if I passed out and hit my head she’d know it was because of how good they were. She declined to eat any—I need to work on that kid.
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Hi folks, it’s me Simon.
The people have left the building and all I got was a few treats in my bowl. I think I will repay them by sleeping under the bed for a week. That’ll show them.
These last two hours at work are going to be the death of me. I’ve gotten up out of my chair at least 5 times in the last 15 minutes–to stop my head from hitting the keyboard. I hate the sound it makes when a key gets stuck.
I grabbed lunch from Jimmy Johns today (do you have those–cheap and tasty, if a little salty) and as a co-worker and I were getting into my car we were accosted by a woman looking for $8. I could honestly tell her I spent my last $7 because as much as I want a Coke right now, I don’t have enough change to buy one out of the machine. I think that woman has asked me for money before, but at a totally different location. She’s rather distinctive looking. It seems strange to be panhandled in the West End of Richmond. I thought the locals had clamped down on that…you know, by running panhandlers over with their BMWs, Volvo SUVs and Mercedes. Although there is that guy on the off-ramp from I-64 at Glenside. I can’t believe he hasn’t been chased away by the cops…not a safe place to work the street.
Because it amuses me:
Know what’s missing from my work-life? The ability to bitch about my boss. We’re such a small unit that we can’t talk about anyone else in the unit without it biting us in the ass so we don’t. Sounds like a good and high-minded idea doesn’t it? Go ahead and hold your tongue for four years and tell me how that works out for you.
Vacation starts in 2 days. Think I need one?
Updated: Mood increased dramatically after boss suggested we grab a buffalo chicken wrap for lunch.
Today is an official state telework day and so I took the Governor up on his offer and have been working from home today. It’s funny how productive I can be when I work from home. I’m sure I would have been able to be productive at work today but I don’t know that I would have finished a massive task I’d set out for myself if I’d been at work. There are way too many sit around and BS periods at my office. We call it consensus building or mini-unit meetings, but really it’s BS.
I’m not sure how I’d feel about working from home every day but sometimes it’s the best for cranking out tasks. I know on days where I don’t have enough to do and sometimes that problem stretches for weeks at a time, I’d be hard pressed to ignore that I’d like to vacuum or wash the kitty blanket on the guest bed. Or write something on the blog (wink).
Yesterday was oddly productive as well as we made tomato sauce and salsa, canning both. We also froze a gazillion squash and zucchini and made three servings of pesto that went right into the freezer. All of that was completed before 2:30. The rest of the afternoon was spent enjoying a cheese, salami and cracker lunch, naps and reading. Dinner was stuffed zucchini and was followed with more reading. A lovely day, indeed.
About a week ago we were stuffing our faces at the local Mexican restaurant when a tableful of teens got up to leave. We were near the cash register and so had to watch each one pay for their meals. I declared to my co-workers that I had become an old lady on the spot because I just wanted to lean over and tell everyone to pull up their pants, get a haircut and quit slouching. The advice was for both sexes.
This afternoon I have a meeting with representatives from our client who have read course content and sent us a review copy of their suggested changes. These are people who are under 30 and have been given a great deal of responsibility but little guidance. I’ve become that person who says things like, I’ll be snacking on children this afternoon. Perhaps I’ll spit out their bones when I’m done, but maybe not.
Minutes ago I was sent a file that a co-worker has referred to as a PowerPoint file for a least 3 days. I received the email and found out it is a PDF file. PowerPoint and PDF are not the same thing. Hand goes to forehead.
We had dinner last night with the MIL. She made the food herself with some help from staff members. Delicious. And, I was so wrong to dread doing it because it was really quite nice.
We had friends over on Saturday to hang out and while they were there they got to witness my muppet lip. The swelling started on the lower lip Friday. I took a Benadryl thinking that maybe this time it would work. It did! My lower lip went back to normal size but the swelling just moved to my upper lip. I went from being a muppet to being Marge Simpson without the cool blue hair. Basically from my mouth to my eyes I was very puffed up. Not quite as bad as Hitch after seafood, but bad enough.
Since we were now positive that I couldn’t trace the swelling to food or other environmental factors (and Benadryl works for me when I have hives), I looked through a couple of books and checked online and have decided that the swelling is related to my thyroid issues. I am a walking hashimoto’s textbook example, let me tell you.
This morning I finally got my lab tests back from blood work I had last week at my GP’s. She gave me the good news that my cholesterol is coming in check (just need to work on the triglycerides now) and as she was wrapping up her message she said “By the way your thyroid levels are hyper. Call me or your endocrinologist.” I just started laughing into the phone. Yeah, no shit I’m out of whack. The symptoms have been building up, but I’ve been ignoring them (bad, I know). Now my endocrinologist will be seeing me the week I get back from vacation. I’ve never had a hyper reading before.
I’m working on two courses at work. One is an unofficial pre-requisite for the other. The first one was supposed to be published online the week after I get back from vacation. The client is in foot-dragging mode so that timeline is crumbling. They scheduled a meeting for late Friday afternoon–who does that? Crazy people who don’t know what they want, that’s who.
Updated: turns out the endocrinologist says my muppet lip is not related to my thyroid but to the BP meds I take. He also said I should stop taking them immediately because instead of a puffy lip it could restrict my breathing.
