I got too busy to have hobbies. Non-work things: LEGO, romancelandia, knitting, Formula 1. Celiac with a keen interest in making desserts and a passable home cook.
Went to Facebook to check on a friend, and my feed is currently one third advertisements. The ads are almost entirely for gun-related paraphernalia. The one ad out of twenty that wasn’t for a holster or a speed reloading kit or a bulletproof tactical vest? Was for wegovy.
I made quesadillas and used up the last couple scoops of my enchilada filling. It works. (I am, however, very afraid that by the end of the week, I will be tired of salsa verde.)
One of my @romancingthevote.bsky.social BINs arrived today: _A Brief History Of Time Keeping_, I am excited! (Pictures of random clocks in our library)
How many text messages am I going to get asking me if I have time for coffee tomorrow afternoon? No. That would be socializing. I don’t want that, even with people I like.
Related: I know why we are doing anxiety / worry questionnaires at doctors visits now, and I applaud them. But my personal anxiety is because my workplace is imploding; my society is crumbling; and the world is in a catastrophic weather pattern.
Today’s going to start with determining exactly how much gas I have left in the car. (Not enough to go to work or to the gas stations on the way to work, ugh)
Yesterday involved two meetings where my bosses tried to get me to do other peoples’ jobs. No, I’m not going to go to Florida for three months to fix that. No, I’m not going to do Mr. New Guy’s work because he can’t keep his attention on his priorities.
Turning my attempt at bananas foster frozen yogurt. (I like ice cream experiment; when it fails, I can melt it, adjust the ingredients, and try again.)
I have an absolutely irrational hatred of the use of “team” to address groups at work. I know it’s irrational, I just associate it with a certain subset of managers who, frankly, suck at building teams.
We just had a safety meeting that could have been subtitled, “don’t get hit by a truck.” I don’t know why there were any clarification questions asked, but there were. I think the questioners get paid by the word.
CW: food
This week's menu: steak with chimichurri sauce and grilled corn; Vietnamese grilled chicken with pickled vegetables and rice noodles; and leftover grilled pork with blistered tomatoes, peppers, and onions.
My whole life has been preparing me for this moment! Oh, spiteful ghost of Kevin Mitnick, what should I do now? Take it home and put it into my computer?
I see the 2013 NYT dialect quiz is going around again! I am one of those people whose origin can be pinpointed in like two questions, lol. (I grew up about 20 miles west of the three cities highlighted.)
I am going to be so pissed off if the cymbalta is causing 14 straight days of heavy menstruation, because I do not want to have to go back to daily pain in one ear.
Added another drug after my checkup to see if it helps with the daytime shingles-remnant pain, since Gabapentin makes my brain slow. (“Near-daily pain at that level is too frequent, we need to try something else.”)
Watching the engineers scurry around like a kicked anthill and, honestly, the next one that complains to me about having too much to do is going to get a full lecture on how this is the Finding Out portion of them spending the whole start of the year fucking around.
Another coworker has learned that I Hold Grudges, and that if you decide that you don’t want to use the systems you designed to do the work, I’m not going to put work into improving them.
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CyberTruck recalls up to 4.
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One of the things I’ve lost with shingles is the ability to eat dinner and watch a movie after work. I get 12 ‘usable’ hours a day, between 8am and 8pm, and working 9 hours means that I can’t get home in time.