yesterday's activities

NURDRMS

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Forced by curiosity to google Gettin Piggy With It. I find this:



The idea of a Multiple Star General, Defender of Our Nation, with sparkly toenails, makes me happy. I am, however, a tad baffled. I've never had a pedicure in anyplace where I couldn't drive to the salon and back in flip-flops (however illegal.) How does one do a mani/pedi in Colorado in the middle of winter?
Get the pedi first and then the mani...toesnails dry while acrylic nails are being touched up. Of course, I HAVE been known to wear flip flops in the snow. When the sun comes out here after the snow, temps rise fast.
 

ChaChaMama

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Cool polish color!

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TUESDAY:
9, 9:20, 9:40, 10, 10:20, break, 11--Individual student appts.

11:20--Finishing touches on letter of recommendation. File electronically.

11:30-1--Department meeting. This started with the settling out of a bet. The most junior member of the department had told the secretary he didn't like the Baltimore Ravens, and somehow, they got into a bet wherein if they made the playoffs, he would do the Ray Lewis dance. So he did it, wearing a Ravens jersey. We did do more serious stuff too, I promise, but the note of levity was fun.

1--Individual student appt.

Home as quickly as possible.

2--4.5 miles on treadmill @ 6.2 mph. I felt great and if I didn't have time pressure, I could have gone longer. I love days like that.

3--Picked up Child. (I put a towel on the car seat since I hadn't had time to shower!)

Played with dog in the yard, as it was unseasonably warm.

*BREAKING NEWS*: Husband has been to specialist again. He is going to get the surgery...but, first he is going to do a course of antibiotics and Prednisone (again!), as he is currently "too sick" to have the surgery. It's good to have a plan of action.
Shower.

Took Child to dance.

5-8:30--Child danced. I wrote in diary, read, and watched.

Thanks to a FB friend (and alumni of my school), we discovered the site dogshaming dot com and had a few giggles. (People put signs around their dogs' necks or next to their dogs "confessing" their crimes like "I ate an entire birthday cake.")

Put Child to bed.
 

fascination

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tues...soak in tub, bank, gas station, breakfast, 4 lessons, drive home, dinner, teach spin to a full class, take a group tango class for advanced students, drive home, no wine...oh my...eat half a sandwich and go to bed...as dh is at the hawks game
 

danceronice

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Did in fact lose job. However, boss was reasonable (ie will not make any waves with the unemployment office), ergo I do not need to lawyer up (still may tip the health department on principle, much as I would hate to mess with the other lines cooks' income sources.) Literally as I was on the phone with her my cell rang with the new Whole Foods calling, less than an hour after I did their online application. And there's a job fair for the new casino coming up, and I went back to MIWorks and finished Petsmart's on-line application. Tried to walk dogs. Old dog is apparently not feeling it these days. I think he's depressed since the foster dog left. I should get him a puppy. Tried to ignore cramp in right calf that is probably from the prednisone. Watched the second night of Westminster. Need to not think of this as dog shopping as I KNOW what puppies of the breeds I like cost.
 

pygmalion

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Did in fact lose job. However, boss was reasonable (ie will not make any waves with the unemployment office), ergo I do not need to lawyer up (still may tip the health department on principle, much as I would hate to mess with the other lines cooks' income sources.) Literally as I was on the phone with her my cell rang with the new Whole Foods calling, less than an hour after I did their online application. And there's a job fair for the new casino coming up, and I went back to MIWorks and finished Petsmart's on-line application. Tried to walk dogs. Old dog is apparently not feeling it these days. I think he's depressed since the foster dog left. I should get him a puppy. Tried to ignore cramp in right calf that is probably from the prednisone. Watched the second night of Westminster. Need to not think of this as dog shopping as I KNOW what puppies of the breeds I like cost.

This boggles my mind. How can you lose your job for being sick and on work restriction? Isn't that illegal?

I sincerely hope something new and better turns up. *hugs*
 

danceronice

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More or less, but as they're not making a stink about unemployment, I won't bother complaining to EEOC. And as for better, eh. I've never actually liked any sort of work, I only do it because I can't afford luxuries, as opposed to necessities, without it, I don't really have any sort of interest in A Career, just money to do things I actually care about as those never seem to pay for themselves. (I think RP is the only one who's figured out without needing to be told I don't actually rely on just wages for money and have other sources of income.) But it seems to be expected to have a job, so I do. At some point I actually might find something that isn't ultimately boring.
 

fascination

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today, wed; feel fairly well rested for a wednesday, eat breakfast and have coffee, teach interval, meet with several co-workers continuing to put out fires there, home to lunch and nap, apologize to kitties for leaving them for two days, futz around on computer....tan, teach abs and interval class again....soup and wine, currently contemplating sleep again
 

danceronice

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Oh, wine sounds nice...can't wait until I'm off the prednisone!

Today, skating again, despite body deciding to have a sense of humor (like leg cramps from the meds weren't enough.) Rink was really crowded unfortunately, with a big group (tour of some kind, I think) with a LOT of kids (well, college-age, I think), unsteady, didn't know right-of-way rules, and inevitably their repeated attempts to do a 'train' of people (not quite crack the whip, but close enough) ended up in a pile with blood on the ice. (Fortunately I think the girl just cut herself with her glasses and hit her head; she was up with an ice pack after the session but I wish the guy in the rink shop would have been a little more proactive about rules.) Stopped at a Country Bakery I've been passing on the way to and from--cake is good. Will see tomorrow morning how the filled apricot cookies. I like little local bakery places. Stopped at the antique mall the one local animal rescue had mentioned was carrying their fund-raiser cookbook. Now I'm in the mood for casserole (I am so Midwest.) Posted two more jewelry things to Etsy. Mildly peeved at first bad feedback (that's what you get when you DON'T READ THE ITEM DESCRIPTION for condition on vintage china priced that low) but if they don't want their money ($8) back, not much else I can do. Begin to suspect Old Dog is getting Old. Still contemplating young dog since the foster leaving seems to have depressed him.
 
I was going to say I was sorry for the loss of job, danceronice, but all in all it doesn't sound like a negative development. I hope you find something you enjoy. It sounds like there are options, at least. :)

Tuesday night:
Text dissertationing friend to see how she's getting on in the library and receive a reply at 2200, saying she's having a crisis and can't get anything more down on paper. Tell her to stop, take a break and come round here. She does so; we spend an hour and a half chatting, then she goes home for a shower and change of clothes, returns and is installed in the spare room. I go to bed at 0100 and she manages a couple more hours of work.

Wednesday:
Wish friend luck and go to work. Surreptitiously proofread and return two more sections of friend's dissertation while pretending to write VB code. Friend submits dissertation at 1430 and the world is a beautiful place. :D Really proud of her.

Have rather an exciting journey home, because it's been snowing for most of the day. Decide to go the back way, which avoids a lot of traffic but puts me on untreated roads. Have small skid on the way down a hill and end up on the pavement, fortunately missing walls, lampposts, pedestrians and other vehicles. Have ten seconds of silent flapping, then back up and get going again. Traffic when I hit the city is atrocious, but the radio is playing good music.

Make oat and raisin crunchies for tomorrow's Valentine's Day coffee morning.
 

pygmalion

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Yesterday: Wake up in a BLACK mood. I can't decide whether I'm in Alexander's Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad Day or whether I'm Winnie the Pooh with a Little Black Rain Cloud over my head. Yes. When I'm in a bad mood, I regress to childhood literary memories. Hey. It works and is even better if there's a mountain of carbs on the side.

I cannot shake this feeling of foreboding. I know it's just a feeling/thought, but I come from a long line of *mostly* good witches, who were genuinely prescient of news, good and bad. Favorite Grandmom H, had this thing she did with reading collard green blooms. That's right. Weird, I know, but she could see stuff, especially death. And, of course, my experience a few years back, when I mentally "saw" my ex-boyfriend for the first time, after more than ten years with no contact, days before he died of cancer, has reinforced my superstition. When I feel this blackness, I look over my shoulder a lot. *shrug* Say what you will, I do believe that there are things beyond our understanding (God, anyone?) and I have come to respect my instincts. I need to keep my head down for a while, I guess. *shrug*

Random day.

Work: Start working my plan to work around my manager. Details in the office thread, later today, if I get a chance.

Take DS shoe shopping and realize just how much my son is not a baby. Size 12 shoes. His feet are almost as long as he was when he was born. Only a slight exaggeration. Wow.

While at the shoe store, DS points out to me that my nose is red. Then he insists that I view said nose in his phone since there's no mirror available. I do; turns out I have my usual hormone-related, isolated break-out, this time on the tip of my rather large nose. Thanks DS. Have I ever mentioned that raising an honest child is a two-edged sword? lol.

I'm pretty sure I'm sick enough to break down and go to the doctor. *sigh*

More stuff, but some is boring, some is personal, and some I forgot.

Zzz.
 

Peaches

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Yesterday I went in to work, for valid-at-the-time reasons, but which ended up not benefitting me at all and totally screwing some things up. Oh well.

No resolution on the Amazing, Imploding Tuesday issues. Gr. Seriously, seriously Gr. I don't know if it's the impending sequestration or if something happened or what, but our division director's boss is causing real problems. Every memo, every data request/response, every training (even if free and in house), every contract being paid (um...contract? hello?), every training trip (even if already approved, even if leaving in 2 days) has to be approved by her. Micromanaging to the extreme, and things have rapidly ground almost to a halt. Major freakin' gr.

Drag my feet on preparing training. A)I don't want to train. B)I don't want to go to Cincy. C)I might not be going to Cincy after all, but no one has made a decision. It's a week away. Procrastinate by playing in SAS and Excel.

Have meeting with boss-on-hiatus in which I basically tell her that her work was very wrong. Fun times. Well, that's what happens when you don't bother to organize [poo], never mind documenting it. She's convinced that there had to have been a reason for why she did what she did, but admits that without any documentation she can't be sure and could just as equally be flat wrong. (Given the state of the crap I started with, I'm going with flat wrong.) Get official go-ahead to use reworked method. Color me freakin' happy.

Procrastinate some more with SAS. I know what my method is doing with the data...it would be nice if the originator could tell me more about what he was doing with his data and how. Hm. I've now got two reworked methods returning identical results, neither of which match the original. Hm. I am not looking forward to sitting down with Mr. Guy and telling him that his budget results for god-knows-how long are wrong. He'll take it just fine, but...AWKWARD. He and I make plans to sit down together during the first week or two of March and go over things. Nothing like a deadline to light a fire.

Home. Food (DH made a porkachoppa). Treat self to a glass of very buttery, rather tannic, hella tasty wine. Mmmm... Watch another episode of House of Cards.

Read. Z.
 

ChaChaMama

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@IceBucket--You are a very good friend. You are also a more timely reader of dissertation material than at least one member of my actual committee was! :) At my graduate school, when you finally filed, you got a lollipop that said PhinisheD. (Eventually you got a diploma too, of course!) My Mom thought that was so fun that she made a HUGE poster that said the same thing and pinned it on the garage the next time I came back to the east coast. I hope you have fun celebrating your friend's accomplishment.

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WEDNESDAY:
9, 9:20, 9:40--Individual appts.

10:20-11:20--Great Works II. Finished Candide.

Lunch break, prep.

12:40-2:10--Senior Seminar.

2:15--Individual appt.

Phone message waiting for me, but no time to call back b/c of pick-up. Jot down numbers.

3--Pick up Child.

Take care of unfinished work business.

Learn that Husband's surgery is tentatively scheduled for Tuesday, February 26th, if he is healthy enough by then. Also learn that he would like me to be free to stay with him the entire day, in case he is not feeling well. This is a reasonable request, but presents some significant logistical challenges. (I can take the day off work, but there are things that will need to happen work-wise that week which will now need to be displaced onto other days, e.g., individual student conferences.) So while again, good to have an action plan, this is a little stressful, schedule-wise.

Write in diary.

6:30--Leave with Child for dance.
7--Arrive at studio and am informed studio is closing at 7:30 due to snow. Ugh. So Child gets 1/2 hr of ballet. The serious ballet master actually doesn't want to let kids go. He loves teaching. Studio secretary goes in and tells him he has to.
Drive home.

Child takes bath and then there is a hairbrushing session.

Realize that Mid-Atlantic is this weekend...but that with Husband sick and with so much on my plate, we might not go. Feel a little blue at this thought. I have grading to do, a conference paper to write, some administrative work to do. My sister wants to get together, and a dance comp won't be her kind of thing. I also have to go out to dinner with the external review team on Sunday night. I have met one man on the team and really liked him the last time I met him, but it is one more item on a lengthy list of things to do.

Write in diary some more before bed.
 

3wishes

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Up up and away.
Head to gym, walk 3 miles on threadmill, while watching the funeral of the Riverside Police Officer.
Continue to watch the talking heads about this entire situation that unfolded.
Cancel skiing - certainly not a good day to go to the hill.
run errands of this, that and the other.
Start reading manual for new camera....to learn more than I know.
DH and I have heart to heart talk.
DH realized in that talk - VALENTINES DAY....ok, he never really celebrates that day...so this was surprising.
DH also speaks about all the upcoming trips he would like to take....which overwhelms me to the point of zoning out.
Really? I can talk about one trip at a time....not 3.
lol.
 

j_alexandra

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catching up:

Massive interpersonal controversies and issues, changing day by day
Lessons, gyro, rolfing
A friend comes in from out of town on Tuesday, and we are doing all kinds of Stuff, so I'm gonna be AWOL for awhile
 

Peaches

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Word to the wise: the polish is beautiful. But it is also an absolute [W]ITCH to get off! And it is not smooth. I love running my fingers over my nails when they're polished, just because I love that smoothness...and this was definitely a tactile disappointment.
 

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