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Jan. 29th, 2003 10:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI saw Hitchcock's "Rear Window" on Monday night. It wasn't what I expected, in a good way. I don't know that it's something I'd run out and see again, but it was free, and I don't want my two hours back. There were dinner plans for afterward, but I bailed on that. I was getting a headache, and I wanted to get home before it hit me. (Which I did, thank goodness. It was only a little one, as my headaches go, but still not something I would have been able to deal with while trying to be social.)
The office door got fixed yesterday, and now everybody in the department's on the wrong side of it.
My boss has a rash. A very itchy rash. He keeps standing there talking to me and scratching his arm, or his back, and he's making me itch by proxy. On Friday he went off to lunch and left me to wait for a return call from his doctor, and before he left he rolled up his sleeve and said "Here, this is what it looks like, tell them that." And the TMI Siren goes *wheep wheep wheep wheep*. Fortunately the doctor never called back.
This morning he came in and wondered why he had bothered to, and it took every bit of self-control I possessed not to say "For god's sake go home and itch there, why don't you?"
Mutter mutter administrative paperwork mutter mutter. I'm trying to get one of our faculty members actually in possession of the money he gets from a departmental fellowship award, which so far involves three forms and a letter. This has never happened before. It used to be that all we had to do was get approval from the award committee and they dealt with disbursing the money. Mutter mutter academic CFO mutter mutter.
In happier news, when I got home, the kittens treated me to a half-hour wrestling match between Bonnie and Zoe, and Galileo really should be signed up for the Ministry of Silly Walks. Last night he got up on his hind legs and walked about four feet, moving very much like a zombie or similar. Around bedtime I went to shut off the kitchen light and caught him doing a sort of bowlegged bunny hop diagonally across the floor in pursuit of one of his sisters. I just about died laughing.
This weekend, when it won't matter so much if I get enough sleep, I think I'll leave my bedroom door open and see whether I get romped over all night.
I really wish I could stop hemorrhaging money, except I can't seem to. The way it's going, I'm not going to Lunacon this year either.
The office door got fixed yesterday, and now everybody in the department's on the wrong side of it.
My boss has a rash. A very itchy rash. He keeps standing there talking to me and scratching his arm, or his back, and he's making me itch by proxy. On Friday he went off to lunch and left me to wait for a return call from his doctor, and before he left he rolled up his sleeve and said "Here, this is what it looks like, tell them that." And the TMI Siren goes *wheep wheep wheep wheep*. Fortunately the doctor never called back.
This morning he came in and wondered why he had bothered to, and it took every bit of self-control I possessed not to say "For god's sake go home and itch there, why don't you?"
Mutter mutter administrative paperwork mutter mutter. I'm trying to get one of our faculty members actually in possession of the money he gets from a departmental fellowship award, which so far involves three forms and a letter. This has never happened before. It used to be that all we had to do was get approval from the award committee and they dealt with disbursing the money. Mutter mutter academic CFO mutter mutter.
In happier news, when I got home, the kittens treated me to a half-hour wrestling match between Bonnie and Zoe, and Galileo really should be signed up for the Ministry of Silly Walks. Last night he got up on his hind legs and walked about four feet, moving very much like a zombie or similar. Around bedtime I went to shut off the kitchen light and caught him doing a sort of bowlegged bunny hop diagonally across the floor in pursuit of one of his sisters. I just about died laughing.
This weekend, when it won't matter so much if I get enough sleep, I think I'll leave my bedroom door open and see whether I get romped over all night.
I really wish I could stop hemorrhaging money, except I can't seem to. The way it's going, I'm not going to Lunacon this year either.
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Date: 2003-01-29 08:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-01-29 10:18 am (UTC)Now THAT is what I call downsizing.
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Date: 2003-01-29 10:17 am (UTC)She's taken a cue from the other cat and likes to sleep on my shoulder. I guess it's the most vertical spot on the bed.