this is turning into a bad week
Today I had a day at work that surpassed the suckiness of yesterday. Everything that could go wrong today, did go wrong. My staff is frustrating the hell out of me. I just want to shake them by the shoulders and yell, "It's not that hard! Come ON already!" Their mistakes make me look bad, too. And with every bad thing that happened today, the senior patent partner got angrier...and angrier...and angrier. I think I'm in for a talking-to when he gets back on Monday. Great.
The suckiness at work threw off my whole day's schedule, so I got home really late. I took the stress and went to the gym with it. That elliptical machine kicks my ass. Also, hellooooo, biceps, I'm sure I'll be feeling you for the next few days. I guess that's better than the sore quadriceps I had on Monday that made every step painful. me walking down the hall: ow. ow. ow. ow. I came home on Monday and collapsed on the couch, grateful not to be moving anywhere. Ibuprofen did nothing to help.
Hot shower before bed, I think. It's probably going to be a boring study weekend for me, so I might as well try to rest my brain a bit in preparation. I am so grateful that tomorrow is Friday, and at least I get to wear comfortable clothes to work.
Did I mention that I went to see Belle and Sebastian last weekend? Yeah. They were really good. I'm glad I went. Prompted by the concert (song: "The Boy with the Arab Strap"), I finally went online and figured out what an "arab strap" is, and now I kind of wish I hadn't. Don't look it up while your kids are around. Especially don't look at the Wikipedia entry while the kids are around, or while you're at work. For those who are innocent like me and have never had cause to use one, an arab strap is a harness-like device that is supposed to prolong erection, and Wikipedia has a picture demonstrating its use. I will say it again: NOT SAFE FOR WORK. Wait till you get home to look it up if you want to see the picture.
Frankly, I'm not sure I could keep a straight face if I were with a man using an arab strap, but I guess never say never, right?
The suckiness at work threw off my whole day's schedule, so I got home really late. I took the stress and went to the gym with it. That elliptical machine kicks my ass. Also, hellooooo, biceps, I'm sure I'll be feeling you for the next few days. I guess that's better than the sore quadriceps I had on Monday that made every step painful. me walking down the hall: ow. ow. ow. ow. I came home on Monday and collapsed on the couch, grateful not to be moving anywhere. Ibuprofen did nothing to help.
Hot shower before bed, I think. It's probably going to be a boring study weekend for me, so I might as well try to rest my brain a bit in preparation. I am so grateful that tomorrow is Friday, and at least I get to wear comfortable clothes to work.
Did I mention that I went to see Belle and Sebastian last weekend? Yeah. They were really good. I'm glad I went. Prompted by the concert (song: "The Boy with the Arab Strap"), I finally went online and figured out what an "arab strap" is, and now I kind of wish I hadn't. Don't look it up while your kids are around. Especially don't look at the Wikipedia entry while the kids are around, or while you're at work. For those who are innocent like me and have never had cause to use one, an arab strap is a harness-like device that is supposed to prolong erection, and Wikipedia has a picture demonstrating its use. I will say it again: NOT SAFE FOR WORK. Wait till you get home to look it up if you want to see the picture.
Frankly, I'm not sure I could keep a straight face if I were with a man using an arab strap, but I guess never say never, right?