Post by mrs.jacinthe on May 5, 2016 10:36:08 GMT -5
I'm so sick, I took off work today for the first time in probably six years. Some weirdness going on in my digestive system means I'm entirely not hungry, but keep having ridiculous stomach pain (like cramps). Also, yesterday I legit *cried* in the car because Starbucks ran out of oatmeal. For reals.
And no, not pregnant. At least, it's highly unlikely unless something miraculous happened.
So I'm at home on the couch. And planning on watching some Harry Potter, but the stupid bluray player won't load the disc. Dumb.
Post by emoflamingo on May 5, 2016 11:38:08 GMT -5
I was told at 9:30 that I may have to redo all 12 pages (well, it's 12 pages, I have 10 done) of the publication that needs to be done before I go on vacation. I have tomorrow off because the sitter is closed. I'm so pissed that I haven't even touched it since then and I am just hurting myself now.
I have big work assignments that SUCK - I don't want to touch them. So I keep doing minor assignments that come up. Just waiting for the boulder to roll back down on me....
I'm OOT tagging along on a business trip and the meeting he's attending is poorly organized and run. He asked for the schedule several times and they never sent it, and he thought he'd be done by lunch. So he left in the car and set up a 12:30 checkout. Turns out he's speaking after lunch which as of 12:30 hadn't arrived there. So here I sit in the hotel lobby, hungry, with two bags, and bored. Sigh.
For some reason I thought you lived further south; guess not. Tulips here bloomed about a month ago! Our trees aren't nekkid either.
Feel better, mrs.jacinthe. Digestive pain is the worst.
I'm at work, but I'm not really working. I've done everything I can for now; so, I keep rewriting the abstract to my thesis because it's terrible right now. Once that's done, I'm submitting it. I can't with it anymore! I have no more feels to give!
A friend just asked, "So why isn't Cinde de Mayo a real holiday? And everyone in America thinks it is?" This, of course, got me standing on my rant-y soapbox. It also made me decide I'm going to turn the Battle of Tippecanoe into a drunken celebration in Mexico.