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Aug. 1st, 2018 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesSo far, so good, in terms of calendar. Especially last night when the 6:30 - 10:00 dress rehearsal turned out to be 6:30 - 9:40, and call time for Friday moved from 6:00 to 6:30. I wonder if there's some rule about how late you can have high school students in organized activities? Granted it's not during the school year, but still, if we get out before 10:00 on Thursday, I'll be happy. And K solved the "what bus do I have to catch to get Lily to a 3:00 appointment" problem by offering to drive us there. Lily still won't like it, but at least we won't stop every other block besides.
I still should have gotten more sleep last night, but tonight I can go to bed earlyish, and probably will since it's disgustingly humid again (until Sunday), so it's not embroidery weather. I really would like to get off page 13, though. It feels like I've been working on that forever.
Last night the USAAF accident report I ordered was waiting for me when I got home. Apparently thou shalt keep the length of thy runway in mind when thou landest a B-25; it was pilot error and Pepere was merely the co-pilot. The USAAF seemed to think it was a minor incident, although the description of wrinkled nacelle, buckled panel and bent engine struts doesn't sound minor to me. I guess it was, in contrast to irreparable damage and/or loss of life, which is what was going on in Europe at the time.
My goodness, is what's going on right now ever an object lesson in how not to handle going on parental leave! It doesn't help that it's Restorative Dentistry, which is one of the more dysfunctional departments lately. I'm trying not to get dragged into the mess because it's not my job to sort out other departments unless they have no administrators. Restorative does; it's just that they didn't do any of what they were supposed to, and now that they haven't done it, it's biting them in the ass big time.
I still should have gotten more sleep last night, but tonight I can go to bed earlyish, and probably will since it's disgustingly humid again (until Sunday), so it's not embroidery weather. I really would like to get off page 13, though. It feels like I've been working on that forever.
Last night the USAAF accident report I ordered was waiting for me when I got home. Apparently thou shalt keep the length of thy runway in mind when thou landest a B-25; it was pilot error and Pepere was merely the co-pilot. The USAAF seemed to think it was a minor incident, although the description of wrinkled nacelle, buckled panel and bent engine struts doesn't sound minor to me. I guess it was, in contrast to irreparable damage and/or loss of life, which is what was going on in Europe at the time.
My goodness, is what's going on right now ever an object lesson in how not to handle going on parental leave! It doesn't help that it's Restorative Dentistry, which is one of the more dysfunctional departments lately. I'm trying not to get dragged into the mess because it's not my job to sort out other departments unless they have no administrators. Restorative does; it's just that they didn't do any of what they were supposed to, and now that they haven't done it, it's biting them in the ass big time.
