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shadowkatGot up at 5:45 am - (I'm remote today) - to get downstairs to do laundry. Had to go to the toilet first, so didn't make it down there until 6:07, and the frigging guy on the floor below me got there first.
We got to talking. I found out he's retired. So he could have literally come down there at any other time. Normally he does it Sunday, Monday or Tuesday. But today, he figured ...what the heck I'm come down early and do it. He took up two washers - the big one and a little one, which would have been fine - if I didn't have towels, regular clothes, delicates (requiring delicate cold wash), rugs and two other items. So required four washers and three dryers. As a result - what should have taken an hour and a half, or two hours tops, took much longer. I did it around work - which luckily was doable. I figured the Universe is giving me lots of teaching moments this week. While I was down there - ran into Super who carted painter with her - because she was looking for me. He wanted to pick up his paint brushes (which he'd forgotten and was worried got lost). They informed me that he had installed the fire alarm - he just installed it in the high ceiling above the little foyer between my bedroom and the bathroom and living room - which is where it is supposed to go - and not on the wall where it was previously.
He patiently waited until I was ready to take my laundry back up to my apartment and locate his brushes. Sweet little guy, profusely thanked me, for doing basically nothing but keeping his brushes safe and sound in a bag on a chair in the kitchen.
I think my workplace is trying to drive me insane. Or this project is.
I've cut off the dumb consultants and contractors, after 6pm tonight I'm ignoring them and not sending out any more meeting notices. Frigging hell, I don't get paid past my shift. And..I'm hosting the damn meeting tomorrow. It's not mandatory. If they can't figure out how to request reservations at least a day prior to the meeting - I don't want them proposing on the project.
My god, I'm hosting a Teams Meeting with over 100 participants.
Mother: Maybe they all won't come.
Me: One can only hope.
It's a lot of tedious and painful work sending meeting notices and coordinating a Teams Meeting. And they don't make it easy - they send me the emails in such a way, that I have to edit the damn things in order to forward the meeting notice. Oh well, live and learn.
Me: Trying not to worry about this meeting.
Mother: Just accept the fact that it won't go smoothly and move on from there.
Also...
Me: Twitter locked my account and won't let me tweet because I called a fictional soap opera character a bimbo.
Mother: LMAO
Later..
Me: So I appealed my case. I sent them a note stating that I think they locked my account because I called a fictional soap opera character a bimbo.
Mother: And?
Me: We'll see.
Later..
Me: I'm still in Twitter jail.
Mother: laughs
Me: I still think "Nina" (fictional character on show) is a bimbo, I don't care what Twitter thinks.
Mother: Do you really need Twitter?
Me: Not really, and it's most likely for the best. It was a distraction.
[I can lurk, just not tweet. Which is good. I was thisclose to pissing off Soap Twitter - probably did piss off Soap Twitter - they are easy to piss off, my god - they'd not have survived the Buffy fandom. I called Harmony a bimbo all the time in that fandom - because she was written as a bimbo.]
Evil marketing folks apparently don't like the word "bimbo" for some reason? Yet, they allow bitch, slut, tramp, himbo, and various others.
Has it changed meaning? Probably, I can't keep track of the English language any longer.
***
I need to make tomorrow's lunch and tonight's dinner. I'm thinking chicken.
I had Almond Flour Spinach Ravoli last night that didn't quite agree with me.
Also, plan to relax and watch the soap opera which has finally gotten interesting - after months upon months of dragging.
Oh, Oscars came out today. Mother read them off to me. Apparently we saw most of the films except one that got nominated. The one that got the most was Power of the Dog, the others, Don't Look Up, West Side Story, Being the Ricardos, Coda, and Tick Tock Boom. We saw everything but Coda and West Side Story.
Regarding COVID? Painter, Super's wife, other guy doing laundry, me - all had masks. Young 20 something blond, with nice wool coat riding down elevator - did not. I shouldn't be annoyed by this any longer, but alas I am.
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Here's a picture:
We got to talking. I found out he's retired. So he could have literally come down there at any other time. Normally he does it Sunday, Monday or Tuesday. But today, he figured ...what the heck I'm come down early and do it. He took up two washers - the big one and a little one, which would have been fine - if I didn't have towels, regular clothes, delicates (requiring delicate cold wash), rugs and two other items. So required four washers and three dryers. As a result - what should have taken an hour and a half, or two hours tops, took much longer. I did it around work - which luckily was doable. I figured the Universe is giving me lots of teaching moments this week. While I was down there - ran into Super who carted painter with her - because she was looking for me. He wanted to pick up his paint brushes (which he'd forgotten and was worried got lost). They informed me that he had installed the fire alarm - he just installed it in the high ceiling above the little foyer between my bedroom and the bathroom and living room - which is where it is supposed to go - and not on the wall where it was previously.
He patiently waited until I was ready to take my laundry back up to my apartment and locate his brushes. Sweet little guy, profusely thanked me, for doing basically nothing but keeping his brushes safe and sound in a bag on a chair in the kitchen.
I think my workplace is trying to drive me insane. Or this project is.
I've cut off the dumb consultants and contractors, after 6pm tonight I'm ignoring them and not sending out any more meeting notices. Frigging hell, I don't get paid past my shift. And..I'm hosting the damn meeting tomorrow. It's not mandatory. If they can't figure out how to request reservations at least a day prior to the meeting - I don't want them proposing on the project.
My god, I'm hosting a Teams Meeting with over 100 participants.
Mother: Maybe they all won't come.
Me: One can only hope.
It's a lot of tedious and painful work sending meeting notices and coordinating a Teams Meeting. And they don't make it easy - they send me the emails in such a way, that I have to edit the damn things in order to forward the meeting notice. Oh well, live and learn.
Me: Trying not to worry about this meeting.
Mother: Just accept the fact that it won't go smoothly and move on from there.
Also...
Me: Twitter locked my account and won't let me tweet because I called a fictional soap opera character a bimbo.
Mother: LMAO
Later..
Me: So I appealed my case. I sent them a note stating that I think they locked my account because I called a fictional soap opera character a bimbo.
Mother: And?
Me: We'll see.
Later..
Me: I'm still in Twitter jail.
Mother: laughs
Me: I still think "Nina" (fictional character on show) is a bimbo, I don't care what Twitter thinks.
Mother: Do you really need Twitter?
Me: Not really, and it's most likely for the best. It was a distraction.
[I can lurk, just not tweet. Which is good. I was thisclose to pissing off Soap Twitter - probably did piss off Soap Twitter - they are easy to piss off, my god - they'd not have survived the Buffy fandom. I called Harmony a bimbo all the time in that fandom - because she was written as a bimbo.]
Evil marketing folks apparently don't like the word "bimbo" for some reason? Yet, they allow bitch, slut, tramp, himbo, and various others.
Has it changed meaning? Probably, I can't keep track of the English language any longer.
***
I need to make tomorrow's lunch and tonight's dinner. I'm thinking chicken.
I had Almond Flour Spinach Ravoli last night that didn't quite agree with me.
Also, plan to relax and watch the soap opera which has finally gotten interesting - after months upon months of dragging.
Oh, Oscars came out today. Mother read them off to me. Apparently we saw most of the films except one that got nominated. The one that got the most was Power of the Dog, the others, Don't Look Up, West Side Story, Being the Ricardos, Coda, and Tick Tock Boom. We saw everything but Coda and West Side Story.
Regarding COVID? Painter, Super's wife, other guy doing laundry, me - all had masks. Young 20 something blond, with nice wool coat riding down elevator - did not. I shouldn't be annoyed by this any longer, but alas I am.
**
Here's a picture: