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A. There is a next of birds near the vent into the storage room which belongs to the agency we share our floor with. For some reason, they still have a storage room off our conference room, filled with stuff I've never seen them use. And the babies are screeching. They've been screeching for about two and a half weeks. It's sort of interesting, and sort of noisy/annoying. I wish I could see the birds but the minute you open the door they stop.
B. We're up to five times in three weeks that mom has gotten on the grandchildren subject. That's a lot of pressure from her, considering how rarely it's come up in the past. It's almost every time I've talked to her in fact. And it bothers me more that she knows I want to do it and has started to nag about it-if I'd never expressed any interest I think I could understand why she'd be pestering me.
C. I'm a bad sister. My half-sister will be 40 at the end of this week, and I've only just mailed her birthday card. My birthday is next Monday and I've already gotten a card from her. My sister and I pretty much communicate with annual birthday cards, holiday cards (which are the only pictures I get of her kids, who I've never met) and the occasional e-mail.
D. I like it when my boss is wrong and I'm right about things. It serves to underscore to me the fact that she's a moron, much of the time. (Not that I need much evidence most days) Case in point: She had done HIV testing at one of the sites she's working at. She asked me to take the samples to the health department. Not because she didn't have time to go, but because she doesn't know where it is. Well, neither did I, but I asked for directions from the guy in our office who coordinates HIV testing. But then, before I left, as I was packing the samples into the plastic Biohazard bag, I checked the paperwork. It wasn't completed...so I brought it back to her. She tells me we don't have to fill it out, I tell her that I was told we did have to fill it out (it's state paperwork...we have a state grant, the samples go to a state lab...you do so have to fill it out. Duh.) She checks with the coordinator here, he tells her to fill it out, she tries again and still doesn't fill it in...and so we go through the process again. I got the samples out to the health department an hour later than I had wanted to. I suppose it's fine, they'll still go out with todays labs. But still. It's not that hard to do correctly, or even completely.
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jaketherake today amused me quite a bit. And, my other regular read For Better or for Worse is making me sad again.
A. There is a next of birds near the vent into the storage room which belongs to the agency we share our floor with. For some reason, they still have a storage room off our conference room, filled with stuff I've never seen them use. And the babies are screeching. They've been screeching for about two and a half weeks. It's sort of interesting, and sort of noisy/annoying. I wish I could see the birds but the minute you open the door they stop.
B. We're up to five times in three weeks that mom has gotten on the grandchildren subject. That's a lot of pressure from her, considering how rarely it's come up in the past. It's almost every time I've talked to her in fact. And it bothers me more that she knows I want to do it and has started to nag about it-if I'd never expressed any interest I think I could understand why she'd be pestering me.
C. I'm a bad sister. My half-sister will be 40 at the end of this week, and I've only just mailed her birthday card. My birthday is next Monday and I've already gotten a card from her. My sister and I pretty much communicate with annual birthday cards, holiday cards (which are the only pictures I get of her kids, who I've never met) and the occasional e-mail.
D. I like it when my boss is wrong and I'm right about things. It serves to underscore to me the fact that she's a moron, much of the time. (Not that I need much evidence most days) Case in point: She had done HIV testing at one of the sites she's working at. She asked me to take the samples to the health department. Not because she didn't have time to go, but because she doesn't know where it is. Well, neither did I, but I asked for directions from the guy in our office who coordinates HIV testing. But then, before I left, as I was packing the samples into the plastic Biohazard bag, I checked the paperwork. It wasn't completed...so I brought it back to her. She tells me we don't have to fill it out, I tell her that I was told we did have to fill it out (it's state paperwork...we have a state grant, the samples go to a state lab...you do so have to fill it out. Duh.) She checks with the coordinator here, he tells her to fill it out, she tries again and still doesn't fill it in...and so we go through the process again. I got the samples out to the health department an hour later than I had wanted to. I suppose it's fine, they'll still go out with todays labs. But still. It's not that hard to do correctly, or even completely.
E. The
jaketherake today amused me quite a bit. And, my other regular read For Better or for Worse is making me sad again.
