I have no idea what is happening in this meeting. It is not addressing the titular topic and the agenda was shared in a non-accessible way. And I was cranky to begin with.
I find with contractors that 8am means “anytime between 8-9am”. Or sometimes they don’t show up at all.
Yeah I waited around until 10:30 and no one showed :-/
Ugggggh sometimes contractors really suck!!
It is ONE HUNDRED DEGREES at SIX PM.
I have so many food cravings right now.
Are any of them mint chocolate chip ice cream? 'Cause feel known, buddy, and I don’t have a dodeca-shot parasite as an excuse either.
No. Currently it’s a cinnamon roll, a Thai iced boba tea, and sushi.
ETA also my parasite is estimated at 2+ lbs now. Isn’t that crazy?
That is a freaking HUGE latte you got in there.
I wish I could make you cinnamon rolls. My recipe is killer. And there’s bubble tea just down the street. <3
Oh LORD. More than anything I would love a homemade cinnamon roll. Did you know I’ve actually NEVER had a homemade cinnamon roll? They just seem so lovely.
First uber driver did not show, yet charged me a waiting fee (I am 100% positive he never so much as drove past the pickup point, so I challenged the fee). Second uber driver tried to take me on the freeway which would have been in the opposite direction of correct.
Also, my GP is already running late at just after 9am I do not want her workload!
My tiny complaint is the criminal status that @Bracken_Joy has never had a homemade cinnamon roll
Doggo does not want dinner. Unclear if it is temperature related, but I have had the AC on ALL DAMN DAY so it is only 83 in here.
I make gooooood homemade cinnamon rolls. @Bracken_Joy just has to come visit Perth and I’ll bake them for her
Three from me today (and then I’ll promptly go to the gratefulness thread):
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Things keep disappearing: Where are my sandals? Where’s my dads Leonard Cohen LP? Where are my scissors with the pink handles?
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My knee still hurts. Day six.
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Finally got the x-rays: my dogs hip has luxated again (to an extreme) and they’re recommending a lifetime of painkillers (eventually, she’s not in pain yet- or at least not showing it), a cart, or amputation and I sort of promised myself I wouldn’t put her through another surgery. FFS that girl is so damn happy, LOVES LIFE and she’s been through so much.
My garbage smells and makes me gag. So I can’t throw things out or do the dishes. Bleggggh. I will trick a houseguest soon, yes?
I just said “morning” to the bus driver. At 7 pm.
I can never come here again.
I apologize on behalf of all Uber drivers everywhere.
Uber drivers are still a gazillion times better than taxi drivers. I’m generally very very happy with Uber drivers though I’m sure I’d be even happier if you were my driver!