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Oct. 3rd, 2017 08:56 amI do not understand why we are responsible for fixing the mistakes CODA makes on their own schedule.
At this time next week I will have been at work for two and a half hours already and the fun will be officially started. I suppose it's nice that one person in this office is so uninvolved with accreditation that they can spend time being upset because their tape dispenser is missing.
My right shoulder was lightly crunchy yesterday, but last night I slept on it wrong and today it's REALLY crunchy. Either it will sort itself out before next Friday, or it will be professionally sorted out next Friday. I do know I woke up at least once because it hurt, and heard Snip purring her fool head off. Good cat. (Lily is also a good cat, but has been sleeping in the living room lately, so I don't hear her purring her fool head off in the middle of the night.)
What the hell am I going to want to eat next week? I have no idea. I'm going to get home too late and/or too frazzled to want to cook anything (including anything I have to boil water for), and pizza delivery takes ages. And I need to find a new favorite pizza joint now that Brick House is gone.
At this time next week I will have been at work for two and a half hours already and the fun will be officially started. I suppose it's nice that one person in this office is so uninvolved with accreditation that they can spend time being upset because their tape dispenser is missing.
My right shoulder was lightly crunchy yesterday, but last night I slept on it wrong and today it's REALLY crunchy. Either it will sort itself out before next Friday, or it will be professionally sorted out next Friday. I do know I woke up at least once because it hurt, and heard Snip purring her fool head off. Good cat. (Lily is also a good cat, but has been sleeping in the living room lately, so I don't hear her purring her fool head off in the middle of the night.)
What the hell am I going to want to eat next week? I have no idea. I'm going to get home too late and/or too frazzled to want to cook anything (including anything I have to boil water for), and pizza delivery takes ages. And I need to find a new favorite pizza joint now that Brick House is gone.
