People are sick at work but they keep coming anyway: DAMNED PLAGUE CARRIERS
I had an apocalyptic dream last night that involved flame-filled streaming storm clouds, a huge, beautiful old wooden house full of lovely things that we were desperately hoping wouldn’t catch on fire, and only Bluepoppy and I and 2 of her dogs to keep the worst from happening. I woke up rather frantic. But later X’s song Burning House of Love would not stop chorusing in my head. Heh.
Have found out that next year’s work trip to the Boston area might not be in April, but more likely in September. BP! ALERT! Will there be a SAW 2: Electric Boogaloo? And if so, how can I influence the choice of dates to work out in my favor??? No wonder I was dreaming about you.
I heart Laini who says all the things I am thinking in a much more articulate and cohesive and persuasive way than I ever could.
I miss my mom.
My fish is not better, but he is at least not worse. He swims like he is drunk and can’t stay upright all the time and keeps getting stuck in crevasses but he seems to be hanging in there.
Having never been drunk in my life, I am not really sure what it feels like, but if the dizzy swaying feeling of luurve I get looking at the trees in all their autumnal glory is anything close, I can understand a bit better why people like to be in that state.
Sensitive tooth = sneaking suspicion of cavity = dentist appointment tomorrow = dread
We are picking up a loaner cat in 3 days!
I had to move offices a couple of weeks ago, and while my new one is only across the hall and over on the other side of the building, and MUCH bigger (I am not an executive but I play one on TV), I’m not as happy with it as I was with my old one. You would think the opposite would be the case, because the windows/door of my old one were right across from the little hallway which houses the bathrooms and the cleaning closet, so there was a fair bit of traffic outside my door. However my new place is right next to a meeting room, right in front of a big open space and much too close to the stairwell. People stand and talk outside my office ALL THE TIME. Loudly. They stand by the stairs and talk. They stand in front of the meeting room door and talk. They talk in the meeting room with the door open. I could close the door of my office but after 15 minutes I feel like I’m stifling. After 1 week, I put up a sign next to the stairs that said in big red letters, “THIS IS NOT A MEETING ROOM. Please do not stand here and talk, you are disturbing people in the offices around you.” A day later someone took it down when I wasn’t in my office. My question to you: do I print out the sign and put it up again? And keep reposting it if it’s removed once more? Or learn to live with my door shut? ARGH.
Really Clever: Noteboek
That is all.