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May. 8th, 2013 12:50 pmP&R yesterday. We had the conference room reserved all day since we have a morning meeting and an afternoon meeting. Because the room predates computers by quite a bit, it's not set up to deal with 25 laptops, so we have to construct a web of extension cords and power strips to keep the elderly laptops running for two hours. Somebody came into the room after the morning meeting, ripped up the whole web and dumped it in a corner (still plugged into itself and the wall outlets, mind you; there's some crawling around on the floor involved with plugging things in), and rearranged the tables. We now know that we can reset the room in fifteen minutes, but we shouldn't have had to. We're looking for the responsible party so we can have words with them. (The conference room does lock, but the Security office has the keys and won't let us borrow them. If we could lock it, we wouldn't have to put all the laptops away between meetings either.)
The conference room kerfuffle happened immediately after I went to Starbucks and watched somebody else with the same name walk off with my drink. By the time I realized where it had gone, she had started drinking it, so I really didn't want it back. I ended up with hers, which was at least in the same family as mine (the "cold coffee" family), but wasn't what I had wanted. First world problem, I know, but it mattered to me at the time.
Today I'm limping around acting geriatric, because yesterday I wore eight-hour shoes for eleven hours. My left foot is still not sure what I did to it. (It's not alone; I'm not sure what I did to it, either.) That's the problem with having P&R on Tuesday; I have to get up and go to work on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday afterward. At least today I can wear sneakers with impunity, and I don't have to stand up more than I want to.
Lily appears to have decided she isn't done shedding yet. She stopped for a couple of weeks there and I thought she was done. I should know better. Fortunately she doesn't object to being brushed, as long as she doesn't get zapped when I do it. Beats me how I ended up with an ex-feral cat who likes having her nails clipped (but only with the human nail clippers; she hates the ones designed for cats) and lets me try to brush out mats before I resort to scissors. Snip, who likes people in general, thinks being groomed by humans is an assault on her dignity and will just barely permit herself to be brushed. Not sure how that works, since she likes to wash humans. Silly beast.
Since I can't get it from anywhere closer than Cambridge any more, I ordered a case of Granny Squibb's Mojito/Lime iced tea online. For some reason that made me feel like an idiot. If it were wine, I wouldn't have felt like an idiot. I wonder why that is? And is it related to how it seems socially acceptable to read in a coffee shop, but not in a pub? Hmm.
The conference room kerfuffle happened immediately after I went to Starbucks and watched somebody else with the same name walk off with my drink. By the time I realized where it had gone, she had started drinking it, so I really didn't want it back. I ended up with hers, which was at least in the same family as mine (the "cold coffee" family), but wasn't what I had wanted. First world problem, I know, but it mattered to me at the time.
Today I'm limping around acting geriatric, because yesterday I wore eight-hour shoes for eleven hours. My left foot is still not sure what I did to it. (It's not alone; I'm not sure what I did to it, either.) That's the problem with having P&R on Tuesday; I have to get up and go to work on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday afterward. At least today I can wear sneakers with impunity, and I don't have to stand up more than I want to.
Lily appears to have decided she isn't done shedding yet. She stopped for a couple of weeks there and I thought she was done. I should know better. Fortunately she doesn't object to being brushed, as long as she doesn't get zapped when I do it. Beats me how I ended up with an ex-feral cat who likes having her nails clipped (but only with the human nail clippers; she hates the ones designed for cats) and lets me try to brush out mats before I resort to scissors. Snip, who likes people in general, thinks being groomed by humans is an assault on her dignity and will just barely permit herself to be brushed. Not sure how that works, since she likes to wash humans. Silly beast.
Since I can't get it from anywhere closer than Cambridge any more, I ordered a case of Granny Squibb's Mojito/Lime iced tea online. For some reason that made me feel like an idiot. If it were wine, I wouldn't have felt like an idiot. I wonder why that is? And is it related to how it seems socially acceptable to read in a coffee shop, but not in a pub? Hmm.
