my feet hurt
First day of work today, and the only chance I got to sit down was at lunch at at one bathroom break.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
First day of work today, and the only chance I got to sit down was at lunch at at one bathroom break.
My, how the mighty have fallen.
I spent the weekend catching up on sleep. I didn’t get out of bed on Saturday nor on Sunday before 11:00 in the morning. You have to know me to understand how truly remarkable that was. We picked up a couple of DVD’s Friday night for the weekend. I’d never seen any of the Batman…
The Professor needed the kitchen last night to do some preparation for tonight’s lamb Vindaloo meal. “The cookbook says one hour prep, one hour cooking,” he informed me. We both figured it would take him a little longer. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 5:10 p.m. – I arrive home. The Professor is already in the kitchen. I take that…
Thanks to MoonriddenGirl for this test. I wasn’t really sure where it was going when I answered the questions, but was amused and a tad amazed when I got the answer, since it did come up with someone I admire, though philosophically it’s not a great match. Anyhow, this is a ROLE MODEL PROFILER that…
I just finished making two dozen cupcakes (from a box mix) to take with me on my triumphant return to the workforce tomorrow. Baking is not my forte, but how wrong can you go with mix, one cup water, half a cup of oil and three eggs? The cupcakes came out really nice looking, and…
I just finished completing a health certificate for some animals we’re shipping off-site. The certs aren’t complicated, but they’re time consuming. Like other government forms I’ve dealt with, they want ten paragraphs of information on three lines or less. I get good practice with microwriting by doing these forms. I then put my head in…
The Adolescent Cat from Hell is really beginning to look more cat than kitten. She still acts all kitten though. She hasn’t forgotten how to play fetch yet (though I know she will grow out of it eventually), she still bats her rag-taggle furry mice throughout the apartment, and she still thinks she can sit…
That sounds brutal.
I hope you have epsom salts.
HUG
"I’m so sorry your feet hurt. I can REALLY empathize with that," she says as her feet squirm, writhe and arythmically tap under her desk.
I know it’s only day 1, but how is it so far (as far as co-workers go)?
Alli