My first two days off in a row in a month and I get the flu. Or food poisoning, can't tell which. I'm back on my feet after a completely miserable and disgusting two days, but I had to call in today for a recovery day. It made the exec cranky, but fuck it. This is what happens to your crew when you work them too hard during cold and flu season
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Jesus, two days off in a row. And I only had to work one ten-hour day for it so far this week ... but on Friday and Saturday, we can't predict how long the days will run, at least until 5, with 7 looking more realistic. Absolutely insane. And it's not even Thanksgiving yet. Overtime's always nice, but it doesn't really begin to pay off until you
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Eleven days in a row. Weeks from now, when they bother to look, they will find my stinky corpse on my bed exactly where I laid it when I got home this afternoon cause I'm gonna starve to death since I'm too tired to open a can or dial a phone. My one day off tomorrow is not gonna be enough.
One of the multiple good things about my favorite time of year, along with woodsmoke, orange sunsets, the county fair, corn mazes, pumpkin patches, hard apple cider, jacket weather and cute girls in boots, tweed skirts and sweaters
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The sunset tonight is an astonishing Halloween orange, and the bars of color are so distinct that they look almost pixellated - quick, Seattle people that spend too much time online/stalk my LJ, go look
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I'm at Bauhaus on the Hill, sitting upstairs in the corner where I like to sit, watching the traffic on Melrose, and a meter maid parking enforcement buggy just pulled up. Their little golf carts have INTERCEPTOR stenciled across the back in a properly serious font. Intercept what? A stray dog with three legs and the gout? A sleepy toddler on
Goddamn if I didn't just fix my CD burner. I finally unearthed a forum on Daemon Tools that showed I wasn't the only one with this problem. I had a nagging feeling it wasn't my hardware or iTunes ... and now it makes sense that no one seemed to know what the fuck was up. Ain't no big visible companies going to even admit to the existence of
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The next time someone keeps making self-deprecating jokes about what a bitch and how emotionally immature they are, don't say "aw, honey", but nod and run instead.
Thursday night: went to the big chain bed and bath store downtown to pick up new pillows after work. An hour and a half later, I was standing outside with four huge overflowing bags stuffed with new pillows, comforter, sheet sets, and towels, trying to figure out the logistics of toting it home on foot and dazed with that genital-clenching sense of
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