New tiny complaint: only one person at work understands my Princess Bride jokes.
Inconceivable!
I made a big pot of rice pudding to live on. All my milk and all my raisins went in. But it did not get into the fridge*, so I have to live on the little bit in a container that I didn’t finish last night.
*normally I’d trust my senses but
we’re having a heat wave
Dairy and sugar and fat
I can’t sense room temperature or smell or taste
Baby is already helping me fight a virus including a fever, so I will do some food safety
I don’t want to leave bed. But I want curry and to play Stardew Valley. Someone convince my husband and his boss he should take the day off to wait on me and buy me a laptop to play Stardew on.
I have a shit ton to get done, but I require so much rest and stuff right now. Bah.
Anxiety level is over 9000 right now.
I’m sorry! But also, +1 for the reference.
I am trying to do little tiny things while sick
So I listened to my voicemail. Family friend left several voicemails over 10 days increasingly annoyed sounding trying to book with me but doesn’t have my work information.
Frenz. Several of you have enough information about me to find this with 0 effort. Including some who have it by stalking me via others’ social media.
Also, my mum said this person was calling to congratulate me. NOPE. No congrats.
And I just had to tell a supervisor at my glasses call centre to ask what pipeda is. She’s going to ask her HR. I’m ded.
Oh MY isn’t pipeda like HIPAA here? Like, a privacy law? woowwwwwww
Pipeda is for everything… And I’m trying to figure out if it’s also phippa (h is for healthcare).
It’s an online glasses place with physical offices and opticians. So yeah, I think phippa and Pipeda. I’ll report them to both and to the college of opticians when I’m done being sick.
I hate it when people list types of potatoes and include “sweet.” Sweet potatoes are an entirely different plant. It’s like making a list of apples: Honeycrisp, Granny Smith, Red Delicious, and pine.
I mean, really.
Personally I love it when people say yams when they mean sweet potatoes.
It’s like classifying peanuts as nuts (they are not) - very poor naming conventions.
Or guinea pigs as pigs,
Prairie dogs as dogs,
Blah, blah, blah …
Grocery stores here label sweet potatoes vs yams totally willy nilly.
Yep - no matter what color they are (orange flesh, cream colored, purple). I never really remember the difference anyway…
I’ve been working 12+ hour days all week and walking 15 miles a day and going to the gym and blah blah BLEH… and today when I finally got home completely drenched in sweat (seriously, I changed my socks five times today) ,stinking, super hungry, and with a dead phone battery, I walked into the house, set my stuff down, and then promptly heard a breaker blow in the neighborhood and have now lost power.
Cue the maniacal cry laughter.
Ok I just checked and I only walked ten today but apparently was feeling dramatic.
I’m jealous of people with healthy pets and I don’t like this about myself.
I’m broken in a way that I haven’t been in a week. I liked the respite and hate the return of intense full body pain.
I’m experimenting. Wearing every brace and compression garment I have. Will it cut down on the nerve pain? No one knows! But my kid says I look like someone out of a video game, so there’s that.
So I took the bar exam at the end of July. We were told we wouldn’t get the results back until mid October. Then, the state bar association emailed us all out of the blue last week to tell us that the results would be released around noon on Friday September 27th…
I hate that they told us the date! Now I’m sitting at work, unable to concentrate… Anxiously waiting to find out the results. This sucks.