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Sep. 26th, 2019 06:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesThis being PMS week, the end of it has gone pretty much straight to hell. Yesterday was fine; in fact, yesterday was quite nice because the only thing I really wanted was different warm-up exercises for chorus, and I got them because the assistant conductor was running the show last night. And I found Saloniki again and had meze for dinner and they hit the spot (particularly because I hadn't had any lunch, but that's my fault. I just didn't want Central American cafeteria food for the second time this week. Cilantro and rice I can just about deal with, but not cilantro and plantains.). And I got home at about 10:00, which is practically unheard of.
Today I was Not In The Mood, so of course I had to reschedule a meeting that's been set for about a month now, because it conflicts with the admissions committee, because admissions season started last week. I actually opened a Word document and wrote the response I wanted to send before I opened my email and wrote the appropriate response. Telling the Associate Dean for Dental Education that the admissions committee can go fuck itself would not have been a good idea. And I got to hear the admissions team whining all day about not being able to find interviewers.
On top of that and the Drama Llama whining at the top of his lungs about money (he's done something inadvisable with a debit card and is now stuck with overdraft fees), my assistant was out sick on Monday, and told me on Tuesday that she was going to urgent care, and then fell off the face of the planet. Turns out she's in the hospital, which is what I was afraid of, because she's got something systematic that includes an iron and B12 deficiency AND she caught the Mongolian Death Cold from the Drama Llama. So I'm worrying about her too.
And it rained. I knew it was going to, at about 6:00, but I forgot that the bus is impossible and I get on it at 5:10 if I'm lucky and home at 5:45 if I'm lucky. So I got rained on, which was just about the last straw, and I came home and changed out of my wet clothes and am having a G&T and mochi rice nuggets and cherry tomatoes for dinner, and I don't care that I shouldn't eat most of a bag of mochi rice nuggets in one sitting. I'm doing it anyway. So there.
Today I was Not In The Mood, so of course I had to reschedule a meeting that's been set for about a month now, because it conflicts with the admissions committee, because admissions season started last week. I actually opened a Word document and wrote the response I wanted to send before I opened my email and wrote the appropriate response. Telling the Associate Dean for Dental Education that the admissions committee can go fuck itself would not have been a good idea. And I got to hear the admissions team whining all day about not being able to find interviewers.
On top of that and the Drama Llama whining at the top of his lungs about money (he's done something inadvisable with a debit card and is now stuck with overdraft fees), my assistant was out sick on Monday, and told me on Tuesday that she was going to urgent care, and then fell off the face of the planet. Turns out she's in the hospital, which is what I was afraid of, because she's got something systematic that includes an iron and B12 deficiency AND she caught the Mongolian Death Cold from the Drama Llama. So I'm worrying about her too.
And it rained. I knew it was going to, at about 6:00, but I forgot that the bus is impossible and I get on it at 5:10 if I'm lucky and home at 5:45 if I'm lucky. So I got rained on, which was just about the last straw, and I came home and changed out of my wet clothes and am having a G&T and mochi rice nuggets and cherry tomatoes for dinner, and I don't care that I shouldn't eat most of a bag of mochi rice nuggets in one sitting. I'm doing it anyway. So there.
