General grouchiness
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valarltdSo, today at work the work kept coming, and coming and coming.
And that's the last time I miss a staff meeting. Now I have to man the circulation desk when we're out of WS students. And the chair is fraggin uncomfortable.
On the plus side I got started on "Come up and see me some time" the Threepio/Falcon piece I'm writing for Smelly.
Bunny is having a flaky day that started when she woke up but didn't get up. She did long division by a method hitherto uknown to humanity (and she's not even sure how). She got yelled at for doing math during another class. (the math test she was supposed to have taken in Mrs. H's room) Too many B's on her report card.
Obi is doing dismally. He's got the brains, and his teacher knows he does. There is no excuse for 2 Cs and 2 Ds. Except he's so busy playing chess or Majesty in his head that he can't concentrate on his work. Will have to have him checked for Levy-Roussay, as his handwriting looks exactly like mine did.
Sigh. I wonder if all the stress of the last 2 weeks has caught up with us.
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jkb offered to work with me through Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain Must get copy. I just want to draw. I'm an artisan, not an artist.
The Greatcoat is now wearable. I let out the sleeves, moved the buttons and crocheted a muffler to go with it. Now for gloves and a hat. The coat makes me feel tall, elegant, butch and Deckard-ish. And it's warm too. Best 99c I ever spent. A definite improvement over the cheap nylon parka.
Cold moving into ears, always bad.
nothing accomplished. Had McDonald's drive-thru for dinner, and the dimwits forgot to put a hamburger in Dollface's happy meal!
Rassafraggin wastes of water.
I gave her half of my quarter-pounder and went out for Mrs. Winner's Double-Dippers. (so good, so spicy, juicy, hot tender chicken!)
Grrr.
Started a flamewar on circ-plus about use of patron's first names. I used the phrase "The Help" to describe those who, including myself, are in customer service positions. Someone got on his moral high horse and called me "sad."
My first name is a summoning spell, which demands my attention. And those in customer service invariably mispronounce it. Do you know what happens when you botch a summoning spell? You get one pissed off demon on your hands and out of your control!
The Help appropriating use of my first name presumes an intimacy we don't have. It annoys me, it feels phony and I resent it.
OTOH, Hubby v. good about me calling him "Lionel" in bed last night. He's gotta shave. Kissing me awake across my shoulders with that beard...purrrrr.
He just chuckled that evil chuckle he perfected while watching "Brimstone" reruns and kept it up. I love my hubby.
(If I'm not in great error, he called me Martha. OK we're twisted)
Must shower and hit rack.
Is snowing. Hopefully roads not too icy in the morning. Or whole region slick as snot and everything closed.
And that's the last time I miss a staff meeting. Now I have to man the circulation desk when we're out of WS students. And the chair is fraggin uncomfortable.
On the plus side I got started on "Come up and see me some time" the Threepio/Falcon piece I'm writing for Smelly.
Bunny is having a flaky day that started when she woke up but didn't get up. She did long division by a method hitherto uknown to humanity (and she's not even sure how). She got yelled at for doing math during another class. (the math test she was supposed to have taken in Mrs. H's room) Too many B's on her report card.
Obi is doing dismally. He's got the brains, and his teacher knows he does. There is no excuse for 2 Cs and 2 Ds. Except he's so busy playing chess or Majesty in his head that he can't concentrate on his work. Will have to have him checked for Levy-Roussay, as his handwriting looks exactly like mine did.
Sigh. I wonder if all the stress of the last 2 weeks has caught up with us.
jkb offered to work with me through Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain Must get copy. I just want to draw. I'm an artisan, not an artist. The Greatcoat is now wearable. I let out the sleeves, moved the buttons and crocheted a muffler to go with it. Now for gloves and a hat. The coat makes me feel tall, elegant, butch and Deckard-ish. And it's warm too. Best 99c I ever spent. A definite improvement over the cheap nylon parka.
Cold moving into ears, always bad.
nothing accomplished. Had McDonald's drive-thru for dinner, and the dimwits forgot to put a hamburger in Dollface's happy meal!
Rassafraggin wastes of water.
I gave her half of my quarter-pounder and went out for Mrs. Winner's Double-Dippers. (so good, so spicy, juicy, hot tender chicken!)
Grrr.
Started a flamewar on circ-plus about use of patron's first names. I used the phrase "The Help" to describe those who, including myself, are in customer service positions. Someone got on his moral high horse and called me "sad."
My first name is a summoning spell, which demands my attention. And those in customer service invariably mispronounce it. Do you know what happens when you botch a summoning spell? You get one pissed off demon on your hands and out of your control!
The Help appropriating use of my first name presumes an intimacy we don't have. It annoys me, it feels phony and I resent it.
OTOH, Hubby v. good about me calling him "Lionel" in bed last night. He's gotta shave. Kissing me awake across my shoulders with that beard...purrrrr.
He just chuckled that evil chuckle he perfected while watching "Brimstone" reruns and kept it up. I love my hubby.
(If I'm not in great error, he called me Martha. OK we're twisted)
Must shower and hit rack.
Is snowing. Hopefully roads not too icy in the morning. Or whole region slick as snot and everything closed.
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Date: 2003-02-07 04:20 pm (UTC)BTW, I also hate it when hotel clerks, cashiers, and cold callers call me "Karen." I don't know if there's any hope for American civilization at this point or if we're doomed to collapse into one big pseudo-intimate, phony-baloney puppypile of mandatory informality. Hard to believe you got flamed over it.
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Date: 2003-02-07 05:12 pm (UTC)Basically it means a lack of coordination, general weakness of the larger muscles, low physical sensitivity and high pain threshold. no deep reflex action.
It means that his handwriting will be difficult to read and he'll never be much for sports.
Misuse of my first name is my preferred screening method for telemarketers. If they call me "ann-juh-lee-uh" I hang up. When the Heating & Air receptionist called me Jennifer I actually responded. (possibly because I will respond to both Brenda and Jennifer)
"The sign of a dying civilization is invariably a lack of good manners and formality." Heinlein.