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18 October 2005
I feel like whining.→[More:]I just spilled a pot of soup on the floor, stepped on a chunk of glass (which I think is still embedded in my foot, but I'm not bendy enough to get my foot that close to my face for confirmation), and I have the kind of cold that makes you want to drive an icepick through your ear. Also, my feet are cold and the mailbox is full and I need to empty it today so the mailman doesn't start throwing my mail on the roof.
Odd thing, right before I went in for my lithotripsy, as I was waiting in our stairwell for pips, I caught myself earnestly praying for the first time since I was a kid. If this keeps up, I may have to ask my mom for a rosary & scapular.
Thanks, man. Soon it'll be all over. When I got home last night around 7:30pm, there was a message from the doctor's office asking me to get in touch. After an evening of freaking out about possible medical/beurocratic complications. I called this morning. They just called to let me know that my pre-op tests were fine.
Jeez. I may have add "ulcer," to my list of ailments soon.
Oh . . . I'm so sorry brainwidth. So, so sorry. I wish you and your family the best possible this evening. I hope her/his final days were good as could be.
Can I whine too? So my two best friends (one of whom is the ex) are sucking so bad right now. I feel like they're not being very good friends, and it's making me very mad and sad. In fact, it's all I can think about right now. I'm so mad and hurted feelingsy that I don't want to talk to or see either one of them right now. So I'm not going to. I don't know for how long.
I need to find some people like you guys who are actually in Portland.
On preview: That's very sad, brainwidth. Blessings to you.
My workplace cancelled all holiday festivities and parties and then moved up our deadline a month, added three steps to the process and proceeded to tell us that we have to work mandatory overtime through the holidays.
My workplace cancelled all holiday festivities and parties and then moved up our deadline a month, added three steps to the process and proceeded to tell us that we have to work mandatory overtime through the holidays.
Yeesh, are they going to turn the heat in the building off as a cost cutting measure too?
We have a yearly release schedule, and the way it's been planned in the past, it had the craziest, overtimiest, weekend-coming-iniest part of the schedule right around the holiday season.
At the end of the last cycle, I extracted grave promises and oaths that they wouldn't do this to us again, that they would either push it forwards or back a month.
Well, they pushed it back a month...
... then half way through, added an additional month's worth of stuff and pushed it forward a month.
Well, we just got back from the vet. Unfortunately, there was nothing more that could be done, and we put Miss Dixie to sleep. Dixie has been my wife's cat since my wife was 11; she's been with her twice as long as she's been with me. Thank you all again for your kind words and thoughts, and give your pets an extra hug from me tonight.
i'm sorry, i can't look at the picture. i know this feeling still too fresh and too well and i don't wanna get anyone else started. i almost quoted something i wrote somewhere but i just can't, not now, especially after the just catching the Charles Rocket thread.
i must sleep, and maybe tomorrow something new will have come into the world so the void is a little less.
good dreams, to you and all.