I had a mostly finished bottle of Soave Bolla hanging around. I killed that. It didn’t quite dull things enough so I hit the half bottle of Fume Blanc handing around in the fridge. That seems to have taken the edge off.
I am reduced that that which I scorned.
Yesterday I thought I was going to have an early day at work. I was literally just packing up my desk when the head of another department came up to my office. After 45 minutes of him chewing me out (during which I said virtually nothing because he wouldn’t let me get a word in)…
Couldn’t take it any more. I pushed through most of the morning feeling slightly sick. Sitting down is, pardon the pun, a pain in the ass. I felt progressively worse as the morning wore on, but I was determined to make it into work for my 2:00 start time. By 1:30 my feelings had grown…
I haven’t set myself to write recently. I can’t explain why, though there are a lot of excuses I could use. At work, during breaks, I used to flesh out an outline of my daily activities, to be proofed and updated at home. I no longer have the luxury of break time most days, and…
Goddamn but I miss the comments section. Major congratulations. It’s been a tough haul for you I know, and I hope there’s a big pot of happiness at the end of this rainbow for you.
Today was an unmitigated catastrophe. It’s nearly 7:00. I’m still at work. And I have to come in to work tomorrow. I find myself potentially in a position to say “I told you so”. For three years I’ve been warning about this possibility. I was told that I was an alarmist and was exagerating. Tomorrow…
So Curmudgeon asks, âWas she skiing?â Not bloody likely. I regard ski poles the same way I regard crutches or chopsticks â unmanageable, and more likely to harm me than playing with matches while soaked in gasoline. I hurt myself at work with a good olâ slip-and-fall. I spend the majority of time at work…
Oh, the back’s fine. I hope you’re okay, as this last entry of yours sounded unhappy.
BTW, I sent you a "thank you for your hospitality gift", but the company I ordered it through just sent me a note saying they had a question about the order. Maybe I forgot your unit # or something. Would you be a dear and email that to me, just in case?
Meanwhile, I think I hear Tech Man coming in from his work day. I’d better get the food going for the hungry troll!
Re you comment on the cross-stitch project, you’re closer that I would have expected! Keep playing!