| A petition to my hands |
[Dec. 10th, 2009|11:01 am] |
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Dear Hands:
I would like to extend an olive branch to you, to heal the breech so to speak, as I have clearly done something to induce your wrath. Why else would you plague me with cracked and bleeding skin, to kunckles red and raw, to little invisible crevaces that make my flesh feel as though it was attacked by an angry ream of sharp paper? You are clearly deeply offended, Hands, and I want to make things better in our relationship.
Clearly, my hourly offering of Brazil-and-Caco-Nut body butter is insufficient tribute, as is the time spend massaging said product on to you. I would therefore like to increase my respectful token to additional applications of not just body butter, but quick-absorbing liquid lotion, especially whenever I don gloves. That way, the lotion can heat up as you are wrapped in layers of leather, thinsulate, and polar fleece, creating what is essentially a steamy, moisturizing, spa-like environment for you. Should this still prove to be too paltry for your tastes, I may even seek out a paraffin-wax spa manicure, so that you may be soothed via encasement in layers of moisturizer and impermeable wax.
Hands, while I realize that much of your ire is due to the cold weather and moisture-sucking dry air, I most humbly protest that I cannot affect the weather. If I could do as much, I would as it would add considerably to our mutual comfort. As it is, I request that you accept my offerings of excessive amounts of moisturizer and general pampering. Getting through the day is much easier when you are not plaguing me with random cuts and cracks all over my fingers and knuckles.
Humbly yours,
The cognitive and spiritual occupant of this body.
PS: Feet, until you decide to stop overproducing callouses on my big toes, I shall continue to hack away at you with a foot file. I have left you to your own devices, and you continue to create irreponsibly large layers of callous to the point where I get deep and painful cracks in my toes and heels. This has to stop. There is no need for you to create your own armor. In this modern day we have shoes and socks to keep you safe, and I would like to remind you that I dance on smooth wood or tiled floors and not on unfilled aggregate and road crush. |
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| Oh, the stuff they should really teach in school... |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|12:04 pm] |
I think I need to take courses in telepathy and divination. While Hogwart's hasn't sent me my letter of acceptance yet (chances they will are looking pretty slim at this point), there must surely be a post-secondary institution somewhere that offers such a course as part of their business school. It appears to be a common pre-requisite during one's probation phase.
Once I am past probation, I will need to sign up for courses in Creating Useless Processes, an advanced class in Making Up Words And Using Them Like Standard Vocabulary, and in Overcomplicating Simple Tasks. At that point, I'll be ready to take over the world. Hopefully by the end of those three courses, I'll have learned enough about composing emails that I'm allowed to send one out without someone else hovering over my shoulder and dictating it to me.
Then I'll be a BIG GIRL!
Of course, I'll also be even <i>more</i> cynical and bitter than I already am, but those traits should hopefully benefit my eventual rise up the purgatorial ladder of library employment. Once I'm higher up said ladder, I can start hacking and slashing useless projects and services, and run things like a business as opposed to the Hugs-A-Plenty Fun-n-Fluff Factory.
Every now and then I get to provide someone a useful service, and I remember the parts of this profession that I like (okay, so I *really* like the paycheque as well, but saying it outright just seems mercenerial). There are far more good things about working here than bad things. Ultimately, though, work is work, and this work is not my passion. So while I am content enough with what I do to Get Money, I'm still going to bitch about it.
Oooh, but on the bright side, I get to skip out on today's staff meeting so that I can get my back scanned for potential disc wierdness! Yay! |
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| In summation: |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|11:30 am] |
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WEEK.
FINISH.
NOW.
That is all. |
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| Observation for the day |
[Oct. 5th, 2009|04:03 pm] |
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I get ridiculously excited when, while listening to music in foreign languages, I catch snatches of words that I actually understand.
Today's offering: opera, with the words "senior cavaliere" (please disregard the lack of grammatical accents).
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| Work shmerk! |
[Sep. 1st, 2009|10:45 am] |
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I'm beginning to think that working on the top floor in the same building as the city's biggest public library branch is not exactly condusive to getting things done. It is VERY condusive, however, to obsessively looking stuff up in the library's online catalogue and then raiding the collection, especially when it comes to stuff that I can immediately enjoy, like music.
It is my aim to go through every middle eastern music CD I can find in order to expand my available dance music repetoire. I've already found a few absolute gems.
Huzza for non-productivity! |
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| And so I declare |
[Aug. 19th, 2009|02:47 pm] |
that MY bread is superior to any STORE BOUGHT bread you may chew!
*chomp chomp chomp* |
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| *narf narf*...ugghh...*NARF NARF NARF* |
[Jul. 31st, 2009|02:03 pm] |
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Must...stop..eating...grapes.
(chomp chomp narf)
So many grapes. Getting sick on grapes...
(SNARF chomp chew)
So not hungry...but grapes are SO good
(nom nom nom narf)
Getting sick on grapes won't help write this presentation...
(snom nom nom)
ugggggggggggg..... |
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| Oh academic journal articles! How I've missed your absurdities! |
[Jul. 25th, 2009|03:29 pm] |
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I'm currently putting together a presentation for an upcoming conference that I am speaking at (hopefully it will also turn into a publishable article). In order to make sure that my debut to conference speaking goes well, I am doing homework and gathering resources to substantiate the thing I'll be barking about.
Naturally, I'd provide proper sourcing anyway, because I believe one should always back up their claims with as much ammunition as can be mustered.
Anyhoo, I'm ploughing through academic journal articles that address learning behaviour in relation to learning resistance. I came across an absolute gem of an article discussing achievement motivation, learning motivation, and what affects is. Here is an excerpt:
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Starting from the observable aspects of the stream of behavior, Atkinson and Birch's dynamic theory (1970) assumes that motivational tendencies underlie the corresponding activities which are initiated and terminated in behavior. The principle of behavior states that the dominant or strongest tendency is always expressed in behavior. Activities that are compatible with the activity that is sustained by the dominant tendency may also be expressed in behavior, but we will not deal withthat complication here (see Atkinson & Birch, 1970, chap. 2).
Each motivating tendency (T) is the resultant of an action tendency (T), representing positive motivation to do it, and a negaction tendency (N), representing a tendency not to do it. The resultant tendency is equal to the difference between the action and the negaction tendencies (T=T — N). A basic assumption is that of inertial tendencies. A tendency, once aroused, is assumed to persist until modified by some psychological force. Environmental influences that cause an increase in the strength of an action tendency are represented by the concept of instigating force (F). Similarly, environmental influences causing an increase in the strength of a negaction tendency are represented as inhibitory forces (/). Instigating and inhibitory forces cause a linear increase of action and negaction tendencies, respectively, as a function of duration of exposure (t) to the environmental stimuli producing them. The strength of a tendency being expressed in behavior is assumed to be reduced by the operation of a consummatory force (C), which is a multiplicative function of the momentary strength of the resultant tendency (T) motivating the activity and the consummatory value (c) of that particular activity (C = c X T). The change in strength of a tendency (dT) within a given period of time (dt) is equal to the difference between the instigating forces and the consummatory forces: dT/dt = F -C.
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Yes, that was one paragraph. Did you catch the meaning? It means that the degree to which someone will want to do something depends on how pros and cons are associated with the thing they have to do. Let's use a Firefly analogy:
Mal is motivated to hit a guy with a closed fist because the hilarious results (pro) outweigh the momentary pain in his hand (con). Mal is further inclined to hit the guy with a closed fist because the memory of the hilarious result will last much longer than the pain in his hand.
Did we honestly need algebra to communicate that?
I'd like to say that this is the worst part of the article, but it isn't. Not by a long shot.
For those among you sick enough to want to actually read the whole thing, the citation is:
Kuhl, Julius and Virginia Blakenship. 'The dynamic theory of achievement motivation: from episodic to dynamic thinking.' Psychological Review 86.2 (1979): 141 - 151.
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| snzzzzzzzzkkkkkkkk.... |
[Jul. 9th, 2009|10:15 am] |
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Want.
Home.
Now.
I've got no idea if I'm fatigued from crappy iron levels (found out yesterday, btw, that serum ferritin levels effect the conversion of T4 to T3 and that low ferritin may absolutely cause fatigue and hypo-like symptoms despite the absence of anemia), or if it's because I worked out too hard yesterday morning or if I'm getting sick or not sleeping or what, but holy hell am I ever tired. I'm also braindead and clumsy.
At the first opportunity today, I'm heading to the health food store in the downtown mall (quick LRT trip from work) and getting some ferritin supplements. I want to get my serum levels up from 9...or whatever the hell it is at now...up to around 40 or 50, which is what seems to be the recommended levels among British physicians. Apparently it could take months of supplementation, but once you get the iron reserves up to where they should be, you can stop supplementing.
Yes, these posts have been whiny and completely focussed on dull health issues recently, but it is difficult not to write about this sort of stuff when you feel like complete shyte. This feeling blows - typing is taking a huge amount of effort at the moment.
Also, at work I'm being cut out of pretty much every meeting related to my project. I realize that I'm on my way out, but I figured that people would at least want my input to make the transition a little easier. Apparently not. I'm not going to miss this place. |
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| Note to self |
[Jul. 8th, 2009|11:38 am] |
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Note to self: stop trying to trick yourself into thinking that you can work out in the morning.
I know some people who are nuts enough to want to work out in the early hours, ie: between 6:00 and 8:00 am. To a degree, I envy them. It is probably quite nice to get the exercise done in the morning and leave one's evenings somewhat more open. In theory, it sounds nice.
I decided to give early morning workouts a go this week, because on two seperate occasions I am lunching with friends and therefore cannot visit the gym during the lunch hour, and because with reduced attendance in my office at the moment (namely the lack of Little Boss) I can get away with coming in a few minutes past my usual time if my workout runs longer than anticipated.
Here's the difficulty: working out in the morning shreds me for the rest of the day. Normally I get pretty darn energized from a good bout of leaping about, hauling heavy things, and sweating. But not only are my early morning workouts less effective (it's like my body hasn't sufficiently woken up to give as much power as it normally does), I also finish the workout with an intense desire to go back to bed. Honestly, a post-morning-workout day could see me happily bed down for a multihour nap at any point before 5:00 pm.
Of course, I'm not sure why the thought that working out in the morning would be better is even in my head at all. I've always been an afternoon/evening workout sort of person. Gives me oodles of energy and doesn't disrupt my sleep schedule. Besides, I function better physically at those hours, generally get more out of the exercise, and just plain ol' enjoy physical activity at those time.
It's just that working out in the morning seems so hardcore. I WANT TO BE HARDCORE!
The other day Glen acknowledged that I am indeed pretty darn buff right now - this was while I was flexing in front of one of our friends. I shall flex for you, and post pictures at some point. Because I am pretty darn buff right now! But they will be eleant, sweaty, post-workout photos, which means you won't get them today.
And now, I am hungry. Time to find my friend and go for lunch. |
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| Cease and Decyst! |
[Jul. 6th, 2009|03:25 pm] |
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Well, it's been an interesting weekend. I spent the majorty of it panicking about an enlarged ovary (note to ladies: don't skip your yearly pelvic exam! You don't know when something like this is going to crop up!), and found out today that it is a garden variety cyst. The radiologist who did the ultrasound to find it and the doctor consulting at the medical imaging clinic aren't worried, it seems to be the sort of run-of-the-mill cyst that at least half of the female poptulation gets at least once in their lifetime (although usually never realize it). They said that it isn't anything scary, even though it is a wee bit on the big side, so I'll stop worrying about it. It's a load off my mind.
They've sent copies of the ultrasound both to the doctor who found the problem in the first place and to my family GP. I should hear back from my doc in a couple of days to decide what to do about this. According to the radiologist, the cyst is between 2 and 3 cm, which is borderline between being small enough to leave vs. large enough to want to remove immediately. She thinks that my doc will most likely ask me to wait a month or two and see if it goes down on its own. If it continues to cause me discomfort then he'll probably recommend a laproscopy he originally told me about when he first found the problem. It's a keyhold surgery done on an outpatient basis. Tube goes in via a small incision by the bellybutton, cyst gets zapped, tube comes out, lay around on the couch and pop happy pills for a few days, and you're good as new. But maybe it'll go down by itself. Apparently these cysts often do.
On a different note, I had gone to a different doctor last October to get a second opinion on my hypothyroid treatment (wanting to be a responsible and prudent 'roid patient). I heard good things about this doc. He is both my husband's and mother-in-law's doc, and they rather like him. I have a different opinion. That opinion has worsened today.
The guy is a knob, and careless at that - I just found out today that the silly prat likes to ignore lab results! When I went to him in October, he had a blood work-up done on me, and didn't bother calling me to inform me that my iron levels were well below the acceptable range. Hell, he didn't even call to say "eat more steak" or something to that effect. I would have LOVED to know that I my iron was low. But hey, why would I care that my ferritin (related to iron content in your blood) was low? Why would I possibly care that the fatigue, muscle cramps, joint soreness, and associated crankiness could be related to poor iron reserves, especially when those symptoms are very similar to hypothyroidism? WHY WOULD I POSSIBLY CARE ABOUT THAT??
Dick.
Gr. Those lab tests were done in October - I knew I should have checked on them sooner! That'll teach me to trust medical offices to practice due diligence while handling my lab results. Note to self: always ALWAYS get a copy of lab results sent directly to me whenever tests are done.
Anyway, moving on. I'll rectify this and take the results to my regular family doc. Her staff may suck, but she's pretty darn good. |
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| Wee gardenage |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|12:38 pm] |
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Okay, so the new condo has a balcony. Balconies mean potential gardening. Potential gardening means HOME GROWN, SUN-WARMED TOMATOES, which are things that are worth their weight in gold. So I gardened, I planted, I watered, and I'm quite pleased with it!
I've got a good selection of herbs going:
-rosemary (which isn't so happy right now)
-Sweet basil and spicy globe basil
-Chives
-Oregano, thyme, and sage (which is flowering quite prettily at the moment)
-and moroccan mint
I've got lots of petnuias and marigolds, as they give such great colour, as well as a honking big and remarkably greedy tomato plant, bacopa, a hosta, some romaine lettuce, and blue fescue. I've got a few indoor plants going as well, but that will be a different post.
My balcony is slightly south-east facing, which means that a portion of it gets full sun for most of the day while the rest is in almost total shade. It's allowed for an interesting variety of shade and sun plants.
So for your viewing pleasure, here is a selection of some of my balcony garden flora!
This is a view of the majority of my wee balcony garden. When I came home a couple of weeks ago from a week-long trip to BC, the garden was in full bloom. To no small part was this due to my very nice mother-in-law's thorough watering and tending of the balcony garden while we were away:
My hanging petnuias:
My petnuia/marigold combo stacked baskets and a couple of my herbs:
A strawberry planter with chives, marigolds, and bacopa (and one of Glen's drunk gnome sculptures):
And my romaine lettuce, moroccan mint, and hosta (and another one of Glen's sculptures):
Two weeks have passed since I took those photos. Since then, my tomato plant (which has always been a rather robust specimen) has become incredibly greedy despite frequent waterings AND three watering bulbs. It has sent one of it's flowering stalks straight up and the top of the stalk has lodged itself right in the drainage hole of the hanging basket of petunias above it:
It's hard to see in the photo, but it is actually nestling in the drainage hole:
We'll see if it does any better/worse than tomato plants that don't have access to other plants' drain holes. Glen thinks that it has aspirations to become a proctologist. This could be a good thing, apparently proctologists are well paid, and I'm willing to bet that the tomato plant could get good med school scholarships by being the only floral specimen to pursue medical education. |
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| PLANTS! |
[May. 15th, 2009|10:19 am] |
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HA! There IS a good reason to sign up for promo email lists! By being a "valued member" of the Home Depot Gardening e-club, I get coupons for buy-one-get-one-free annuals at HD this weekend. I'm still planning on getting a bunch of annuals from the farmers market, but I will also use this as an excuse to load up on violets and marigolds for my railing box planters. Hee hee hee!
The plants need not fear nature's wrath. Despite the idiotically cold weather we have been experiencing here, one of the advantages to container gardening is the fact that I can haul them all inside. So whatever annuals I purchase will be safely and warmly stored inside the condo, likely until next weekend, which is when the weather is supposed to stop being stupid and start reaching temps above 15 degrees from there on out.
Funny how having one's own place can turn even a dedicated brown-thumb like me into a pretend gardner. |
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| Apparently there is nothing as interesting as vegetables! |
[May. 6th, 2009|10:17 am] |
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The beets have been cooked. They are now in the fridge in a tureen, a big white bowl full of oversized garnets. Oversized garnets that smell like beets. I kept all the water from the Great Beet Boil, which will be used to make vegetable stock. Any soup that contains this stock will be pink, but I'm okay with that. The entire fridge smells like beets, and I get a snootful whenever I open it up. It is not an entirely pleasent smell, but then I think about beet slices on burgers and pink soup and the smell no longer bothers me.
The turnips have been mashed using an obscene amount of butter (NOT margarine). I also added salt, pepper, and nutmeg, and whipped them into a deleriously fluffy consistency. They were delicious.
Spring air came in through my office window this morning. For once the construction workers were not running their noisy, diesel saturated machinery. The scent was delicious, it smelled like spring and rain. Now I'm thinking about my plants and about potting my herb garden this weekend. Why would I concentrate on work when the prospect of potting oregano and sage can actually be smelled on the air? I have the attention span of a cat at the best of times, and these are thoughts too pleasent to ignore.
Speaking of herbs, the seeds I re-planted are doing nothing. NOTHING, I tell you! Not even one little shoot. I promised both myself and El Husbando that if they did not do anything, I would just buy the seedlings from the farmers market and plant those, like I did with my rosemary, mint, basil, and sage. That way we can actually use the herbs right away. I then looked up thyme and oregano on teh intarwebs and discovered that oregano is notoriously difficult to start from seed. I no longer feel guilty about my failed herb seed-sowing attempt. The parsley, spicy globe basil, and marjoram is still struggling along, but they are looking beyond pathetic and aren't doing much at all. I think I'll also get a variety of basil seedlings and do a dedicated basil pot. It would be rather pretty.
In work-related items, I actually have some happy news! I won a bid for a consulting job with a local government program. It's a little wee project, only 10 hours, and they want it to be pure consulting, which makes me happy. It will get me using my skills, working as a real librarian instead of a trained gopher, and will earn a little extra cash that will help me meet my emergency fund goal that much quicker. A good thing indeed.
Dang, my posts have gotten boring! I'll try to post some drama for you later. There has been drama in the last few days, but I don't want to saturate you all with whiny work posts. So I'll compile several days worth of drama into one diatribe and present you with that at a later time. |
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| Rhapsodizing on Vegetables |
[May. 4th, 2009|11:12 am] |
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I'm sitting at my desk. Take note, however - I am merely sitting at it! My brain is at home, digging around in my herb pots and planning meals for the week. I really do need to plan some meals, because I have a ludicrous number of tomatoes, a bunch of celery that is not getting any younger, a bag of beets, a whole pile of onions, and a whole turnip that needs using up. I've been planning to cook and chop up those beets for some time. Beets are quite possibly one of the finest things to have ever sprouted on this green earth, and the ones in the fridge are particularly fine farmers market specimens. Locally grown, organic, small, brilliantly purple little sugarbombs. The only drawback is that they take a long time to cook, and I haven't been at home much at all during the past couple of weeks. I'll do that tonight, though - cook, slice, refrigerate. Then they'll be ready for whatever - random snacking, hot meals, sandwich filling...lord, I love beets.
The turnip will also be addressed tonight. We have a pile of roast beef graciously donated to us after Sunday Dinner with Glen's mom last week, and a big ol' pile of mashed turnip will go nicely with that. Maybe I'll serve some beets with it as well. They will have been freshly cooked, after all, and if I get 'em all into a pot as soon as I get home at 4:30, they should be ready to go by 6:30.
As for the celery, it's not good for anything now except a stew or a soup stock. I'll probably do the latter - boil up a spicy veg soup stock. I've got a bunch of jalapenos that I bought on impulse from the farmers market, and they should not be neglected. Garlic, carrots, celery, jalapenos, salt, pepper, and a handful of herbs. Does that sound like it'll work? Granted, I think I have some pre-made vegetable stock in the pantry, but my stuff will undoubtedly be better, and I can freeze it indefinitely.
Have I become this boring, or do I just find food this interesting? Could be a combination of both. But the weather has gotten to me, and now that it is somewhat warm out and I can tool around in a tanktop and capris, I get the urge to potter around and do idyllic housewifey stuff. It's far more pleasant than work and less stressful than dance (as much as I love dance, the pressure is on at the moment and I'm a little bit freaked over the need to learn a pile of choreographies in a couple of weeks).
Now, having eaten a whole pile of carrots and cucumbers raw and experiencing the stomach upset I always get when eating loads of raw veg without any grains, I shall eat half my sandwich. On the stoneground whole wheat bread I baked myself. Because I AM AWESOME THAT WAY. |
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| Ahhh, greenwashing. |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|08:42 am] |
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I find the following advert rather entertaining:
Home Depot - Mow Down Pollution Event
They mention switching from a nasty, polluting gas lawnmower to a more earth-friendly electric lawnmower. Yes, the electric lawnmower does crease fewer emissions at the point of use and is probably somewhat more efficient than the gas variety, but they seem to fail to acknowledge that electricity production causes emissions and other environmental impacts at its point of creation. This is particularly true if you live somewhere like Alberta where the majority of the electricity is created via coal-burning generation plants.
Notice what the are NOT advertising - non-powered push mowers. The push mowers available now are fantastic - the blades are razor sharp, they'll hack through just about anything, and are so well made that they take very little effort. A couple of my friends have them, and they said they'd never go back to powered mowers. When I actually have a yard to mow, I'll follow suit. |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 15th, 2009|03:21 pm] |
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FOR GOD'S SAKE, WILL THIS DAY NEVER END?!? |
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[Apr. 7th, 2009|04:01 pm] |
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You know what? I hate you.
Okay, I don't hate you so much as I hate my bosses. I despise the collective entity that is Big Boss and Little Boss.
Unfortunately, by belonging to species Homo Sapien, you are choosing to belong to the same branch of the animal family tree as my bosses. Therefore, I hate you by association.
By the same logic, I also hate myself. Right now, I'm okay with that.
Now I'm going to drink wine and play World of Warcraft.
Oh, and I still hate you. |
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| Giddyup |
[Apr. 7th, 2009|08:58 am] |
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Okay, because I have an over-developed sense of guild regarding the amount of work crap that I post here, I'll give you one of those not-very-interesting real life updates. This isn't anything revolutionary,
Nothing big to report over here. Last night's dance troupe performance went okay - apparently I did very well but there is a lot of stuff that the troupe as a whole needs to clean up. Score one for me! I love being on stage, and I know it comes across to the audience, and that makes my dance instructor happy. I was completely pooped out by the end of the evening, but stayed up a bit anyway to eat fruit and play WoW. Then the dishwasher decided that heating the coils without actually pumping in any water is a great idea, and so the condo stank like melted plastic and Glen had to spend some time with his head in the dishwasher tub trying to figure out what was going on. The dishwasher spontaneously started working again, so we've got no idea what was wrong with it. I hate that dishwasher.
I fell asleep at my desk this morning (not terribly unusual), plotted the demise of various individuals (not terribly unusual), and drank too much coffee (not terribly unusual). I also forgot my backpack at home (terribly unusual) and therefore have no lunch (CATASTROPHICALLY unusual) and will need to purchase something to eat (irritatingly unusual). Because I can never justify the overpriced meals available at the various cafeterias and kiosks on campus and in the hospital, I will march down to the grocery store for fruit and a bagel. I refuse to pay eight bucks for a greasy pile of salty mush or even four bucks for a not-so-greasy but very overpriced serving of yogurt, granola, and minute quantities of fruit that won't keep me full for more than half an hour.
Tonight, I shall do my taxes. I MUST DO MY TAXES. I've been lazy on that count, which is stupid because that only means that I have deprived myself of my cozy tax refund for an excessive period of time. It isn't like I go to town on spending sprees when I get my tax return - I just whip around and dump it all in RRSPs (Registered Retirement Savings Plans - our verson of 401s, for you Yanks), but I love the warm fuzzy feeling I get when I do that. Then I don't have to think about squirrling away more funds for the next round of RRSP contributions, and I get to reap an entire year's worth of interest. Financial responsibility is HOT like SEX.
Also, MY HERBS ARE DYING. I don't know why! The little green beasties will not thrive! My basil, marjoram, and savory are doing okay, but my thyme is giving up the ghost, the parsley is increasinly weak and unhappy, and the single tiny sprout of oregano has dissapeared. The oregano particularly upsets me, because I loves me some oregano in just about everything. That the thyme is also not well is irritating. The oregano and thyme are the only two perennials in the bunch, and I had grand visions of gloriously bushy plants that would provide me with fine eatings for years to come. I'll have to try re-sowing them. I think I'll wait until the weekend and re-sow then, as the weather should have stabilized and warmed up enough by the time they sprout to let me keep them outside (which, by all reports, should make them happier).
If that doesn't work, I'm getting plants that have already started growing! Nyah!
I'm also worried about my lettuce. Good gravy, who worries about lettuce?? Of all the things to fret about, rapidly growing edible foliage should not be one of them.
If this report was boring and has left you saying "give me rants, halftruths!", then fear not. I shall drop a nice, ranty post about work later today. I just wanted to try NOT talking about it for once. |
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