and we're out of time
Jul. 16th, 2013 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldearAfter I got kicked off a project - not literally and not strictly figuratively, although I imagine that the guy who replaced me (he has the knowledge we need) probably wasn't particularly behindhand about suggesting he work regularly at somewhere nice and close to home for him - they've found me another project. 100% utilisation until Gabriel's Trumpet blows.
Apparently they've promised the sun, the moon, and the stars for a mere hill of beans. And not even magical ones at that.
So my 'doh' is on two levels.
1. No more time to 'do stuff'. I've been rather enjoying the last six months of writing and quilting and going to the cafe and stuff. I shall miss it.
2. Probable project of stressful DOOM.
On the plus side, my work utilisation will be up!
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House inspection this weekend. By parentals, but still.
B2 has never lived out of home - not in a rental place where she was really answerable to someone for keeping the household clean and tidy, neat and organised.
I'm not sure she quite comprehends that a house inspection is pretty much the dealie for 'doing all those things that we're not in the habit of doing in spite of having a list of tasks that each should be done at least once a month'.
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I do not understand why people at work have really awful selfies as their profile picture in Microsoft Outlook. DO NOT UNDERSTAND. (Yes, young lady who sends out company-wide memos, I'm looking at you and the overexposed, cheek-focused, glowing-teeth-while-hyena-laughing photo that you've got up. You don't look like this normally, I don't get why you would allow the perpetration of this horror professionally?)
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Knee is better. I HAVE PLAYED HOCKEY ON IT AND IT STILL WORKS! A little weirdly twingey from time to time, but still good. Actually, I played Sunday in the Opens game (both - one as goalie) and Monday in the Masters Division (over-35s). And everything seems to be working.
Physio visit this afternoon where she will DESTROY ALL MY MUSCLES. (That's what it feels like, I swear.)
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This update of my life was brought to you by the number 20025, which is the current wordcount on the epic of DOOM, and the ENTIRE ALPHABET IN ALLCAPS.
Apparently they've promised the sun, the moon, and the stars for a mere hill of beans. And not even magical ones at that.
So my 'doh' is on two levels.
1. No more time to 'do stuff'. I've been rather enjoying the last six months of writing and quilting and going to the cafe and stuff. I shall miss it.
2. Probable project of stressful DOOM.
On the plus side, my work utilisation will be up!
--
House inspection this weekend. By parentals, but still.
B2 has never lived out of home - not in a rental place where she was really answerable to someone for keeping the household clean and tidy, neat and organised.
I'm not sure she quite comprehends that a house inspection is pretty much the dealie for 'doing all those things that we're not in the habit of doing in spite of having a list of tasks that each should be done at least once a month'.
--
I do not understand why people at work have really awful selfies as their profile picture in Microsoft Outlook. DO NOT UNDERSTAND. (Yes, young lady who sends out company-wide memos, I'm looking at you and the overexposed, cheek-focused, glowing-teeth-while-hyena-laughing photo that you've got up. You don't look like this normally, I don't get why you would allow the perpetration of this horror professionally?)
--
Knee is better. I HAVE PLAYED HOCKEY ON IT AND IT STILL WORKS! A little weirdly twingey from time to time, but still good. Actually, I played Sunday in the Opens game (both - one as goalie) and Monday in the Masters Division (over-35s). And everything seems to be working.
Physio visit this afternoon where she will DESTROY ALL MY MUSCLES. (That's what it feels like, I swear.)
--
This update of my life was brought to you by the number 20025, which is the current wordcount on the epic of DOOM, and the ENTIRE ALPHABET IN ALLCAPS.
