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Last night I totally lost track of time and didn't get anything done. At all. As in, not even knitting. I was distracted by Sims. In an unhealthy way.
I got home, we have no food in the house, and after about half an hour managed to drag ourselves to Cracker Barrel. I know, I know...the food is not healthy, but it's not fast-food either, and it was nice to go out. We got more syrup, as ours ran out Sunday. Ate too much. Okra still terribly tasty.
Got home around 7:30 or so, lumbered upstairs and Nyte started his math homework while I browsed around the Sims site looking for orange skin and new hair not requiring meshes, etc. Found some. Installed. Created a PR sim, complete with Tang-like complexion and bottle-blonde hair, as little Cleanliness and Niceness as possible, and as much Outgoing and Playful as possible. Fun-loving asshole stereotype. Created a general approximation of her poor dog. Made a house for her and dog in record time.
Sort of went like this: Dog ate sofa. Bought new sofa. Dog ate new sofa and pissed on the carpet. Scolded dog. Sold Bubble Blower to buy new sofa. Played fetch with dog for three hours. Dog ate some, rolled around in the puddle, curled up on the bed. PR sim read the newspaper and watched tv, and was sad about the state of the house. Neighbors came over, PR sim made sandwiches, angered half the neighbors and hit on the other half. Dog woke up, played fetch for five hours with neighbor. Began to stink.
By the time I was done being unhealthy and making (or allowing) the sim to go to a nightclub on an outing with people, fall off the Electro Dance Sphere and throw up, jump into the hot tub naked (the custom skin sets off the 'naked' setting when in bathing suit or underwear mode), nearly set herself on fire toasting marshmallows on the decorative fire rockets, remind everyone else on the outing that they really ought to be doing something vague thing of importance, and disgust the other nightclub patrons, I was pretty much feeling avenged and rather disgusted myself at the patheticness of it all. Maybe next time I'll get her preggers and have her child taken away by social services. Maybe the dog too. We shall see. For now it'll be fun to have her wander around the neighborhood as I play other sims, and have them do terrible things to her. And then make her a Cheese Sandwich Aspiration.
Um. *ahem* Hi, I'm totally a healthy person. Moving on.
Anyway, 11pm came as a total shock to me, and I refused to accept it for a good 10 minutes, during which I'm sure I annoyed the bejeebers out of Nyte. He was terribly tired, I wasn't. There may have been some Pouting At Life. I'm not mentioning names.
This morning came too quickly, of course, but I got to work on time and even had time to stop for a bagel and coffee. Thankfully most of everyone managed to get past yesterday's theme of "STOPGOSTOPGOSTOPGOSTOPSTOPGOSTOP!" Which made me a little crazy.
Today I didn't have to take notes in the Purchasing meeting (thank God) since Emily is back from maternity leave, and Cathy and HeatherL are at an all-day meeting off-site. Which is actually kind of nice, because I'm getting really tired of HeatherL expressing her stress by asking me every fifteen minutes or so to shoot her. It bothers me a lot, and she doesn't understand why. Probably has a lot to do with the contagion of office burnout, and the fact that every time she gets the least bit more stressed she starts speaking (even jokingly) about suicide is just another of many symptoms of overwork and mental strain. I would figure she'd be sensitive about the topic of suicide, considering her 12-year-old has attempted it twice. I wonder if she talks like that at home. Hearing "would you just shoot me please" every half-hour can't be the most healthy thing for a depressed and perfectionistic soon-to-be-teenager. Hearing her fight with her family and co-workers, even though not violent or verbally abusive, just triggers an emotional response of severe unpleasantness and my whole day just kind of plummets into tension and anxiety. It's on a very subconscious level that I don't notice until I remove myself from it for a couple of hours.
The joy of co-workers.
I went to Meijer today and picked up glasses-cleaner and hydrogen peroxide (I want to attack some hairball [not harbl] stains on the carpet and we're all out), and got some chips and vegetables and a plain salad for lunch. I was going to get some fruit too, but the fruit I wanted only came with fruit dip, which upped the price by three bucks. The only fruit available without dip was melon chunks, or like, three strawberries for $2. Not worth it. Oh, and some Babybel Gouda. I like playing with the wax seals.
Now I am hungry again. I ate all the veggies with light ranch dip, and there is enough dip left over for the plain salad, but it is in the fridge for later.
Talked to Nyte about my car's weird behavior, and he suspects a short. This is very likely as many of my other electrical devices (locks, sensors, display lights) are also wonky and the Progressive site lists electrical problems as a common problem for Taurus GL's. At least all my lights have never gone off while I was driving, which has happened a lot according to the site. They flicker and dim randomly, but they don't go off completely.
Mir, my friend, you are an accountant. Surely you have figured out after so many years that when we update a part price in our pricing database, we notify the supplier of that part at the same time. So yes, even though the price change is dated for last October, we only changed it last week. It happens, especially at the end of the fiscal year. Being an accountant, I figured you'd understand things like "fiscal" and "year" and "end of." Simply because the effective date is in October does not mean the supplier knew about it back then and has been invoicing this new price since then. If they had, then their invoices would not have matched your pricing database, would it? There would have been discrepancies, right? (I know you know what a discrepancy is - you see them everywhere, even where there are none!) So, since we just changed that part price at the end of last week, and it is a Tuesday today, the person you're talking to over at that supplier just hasn't gotten the update yet. This happens every week. With every supplier. Since forever. YOU ARE A LISCENSED ACCOUNTANT. Furthermore, you have been with the company for nine years! I should not have to hold your hand through the retro invoicing procedure. NINE. YEARS. You are giving me a headache. A very big headache. Stop it.
I have not taken a knitting break today. What with the doughnut break after the meeting (the Prez. of NA was doing the same thing as I refilled my mug, and going back to get my knitting and then coming back to take an extended break isn't the best show to put on), and going to Meijer on my lunch break, I didn't have time to knit. Someone has made Starbucks coffee, damn them. I have no creamer. I shall go knit and smell Starbucks coffee.
I got home, we have no food in the house, and after about half an hour managed to drag ourselves to Cracker Barrel. I know, I know...the food is not healthy, but it's not fast-food either, and it was nice to go out. We got more syrup, as ours ran out Sunday. Ate too much. Okra still terribly tasty.
Got home around 7:30 or so, lumbered upstairs and Nyte started his math homework while I browsed around the Sims site looking for orange skin and new hair not requiring meshes, etc. Found some. Installed. Created a PR sim, complete with Tang-like complexion and bottle-blonde hair, as little Cleanliness and Niceness as possible, and as much Outgoing and Playful as possible. Fun-loving asshole stereotype. Created a general approximation of her poor dog. Made a house for her and dog in record time.
Sort of went like this: Dog ate sofa. Bought new sofa. Dog ate new sofa and pissed on the carpet. Scolded dog. Sold Bubble Blower to buy new sofa. Played fetch with dog for three hours. Dog ate some, rolled around in the puddle, curled up on the bed. PR sim read the newspaper and watched tv, and was sad about the state of the house. Neighbors came over, PR sim made sandwiches, angered half the neighbors and hit on the other half. Dog woke up, played fetch for five hours with neighbor. Began to stink.
By the time I was done being unhealthy and making (or allowing) the sim to go to a nightclub on an outing with people, fall off the Electro Dance Sphere and throw up, jump into the hot tub naked (the custom skin sets off the 'naked' setting when in bathing suit or underwear mode), nearly set herself on fire toasting marshmallows on the decorative fire rockets, remind everyone else on the outing that they really ought to be doing something vague thing of importance, and disgust the other nightclub patrons, I was pretty much feeling avenged and rather disgusted myself at the patheticness of it all. Maybe next time I'll get her preggers and have her child taken away by social services. Maybe the dog too. We shall see. For now it'll be fun to have her wander around the neighborhood as I play other sims, and have them do terrible things to her. And then make her a Cheese Sandwich Aspiration.
Um. *ahem* Hi, I'm totally a healthy person. Moving on.
Anyway, 11pm came as a total shock to me, and I refused to accept it for a good 10 minutes, during which I'm sure I annoyed the bejeebers out of Nyte. He was terribly tired, I wasn't. There may have been some Pouting At Life. I'm not mentioning names.
This morning came too quickly, of course, but I got to work on time and even had time to stop for a bagel and coffee. Thankfully most of everyone managed to get past yesterday's theme of "STOPGOSTOPGOSTOPGOSTOPSTOPGOSTOP!" Which made me a little crazy.
Today I didn't have to take notes in the Purchasing meeting (thank God) since Emily is back from maternity leave, and Cathy and HeatherL are at an all-day meeting off-site. Which is actually kind of nice, because I'm getting really tired of HeatherL expressing her stress by asking me every fifteen minutes or so to shoot her. It bothers me a lot, and she doesn't understand why. Probably has a lot to do with the contagion of office burnout, and the fact that every time she gets the least bit more stressed she starts speaking (even jokingly) about suicide is just another of many symptoms of overwork and mental strain. I would figure she'd be sensitive about the topic of suicide, considering her 12-year-old has attempted it twice. I wonder if she talks like that at home. Hearing "would you just shoot me please" every half-hour can't be the most healthy thing for a depressed and perfectionistic soon-to-be-teenager. Hearing her fight with her family and co-workers, even though not violent or verbally abusive, just triggers an emotional response of severe unpleasantness and my whole day just kind of plummets into tension and anxiety. It's on a very subconscious level that I don't notice until I remove myself from it for a couple of hours.
The joy of co-workers.
I went to Meijer today and picked up glasses-cleaner and hydrogen peroxide (I want to attack some hairball [not harbl] stains on the carpet and we're all out), and got some chips and vegetables and a plain salad for lunch. I was going to get some fruit too, but the fruit I wanted only came with fruit dip, which upped the price by three bucks. The only fruit available without dip was melon chunks, or like, three strawberries for $2. Not worth it. Oh, and some Babybel Gouda. I like playing with the wax seals.
Now I am hungry again. I ate all the veggies with light ranch dip, and there is enough dip left over for the plain salad, but it is in the fridge for later.
Talked to Nyte about my car's weird behavior, and he suspects a short. This is very likely as many of my other electrical devices (locks, sensors, display lights) are also wonky and the Progressive site lists electrical problems as a common problem for Taurus GL's. At least all my lights have never gone off while I was driving, which has happened a lot according to the site. They flicker and dim randomly, but they don't go off completely.
Mir, my friend, you are an accountant. Surely you have figured out after so many years that when we update a part price in our pricing database, we notify the supplier of that part at the same time. So yes, even though the price change is dated for last October, we only changed it last week. It happens, especially at the end of the fiscal year. Being an accountant, I figured you'd understand things like "fiscal" and "year" and "end of." Simply because the effective date is in October does not mean the supplier knew about it back then and has been invoicing this new price since then. If they had, then their invoices would not have matched your pricing database, would it? There would have been discrepancies, right? (I know you know what a discrepancy is - you see them everywhere, even where there are none!) So, since we just changed that part price at the end of last week, and it is a Tuesday today, the person you're talking to over at that supplier just hasn't gotten the update yet. This happens every week. With every supplier. Since forever. YOU ARE A LISCENSED ACCOUNTANT. Furthermore, you have been with the company for nine years! I should not have to hold your hand through the retro invoicing procedure. NINE. YEARS. You are giving me a headache. A very big headache. Stop it.
I have not taken a knitting break today. What with the doughnut break after the meeting (the Prez. of NA was doing the same thing as I refilled my mug, and going back to get my knitting and then coming back to take an extended break isn't the best show to put on), and going to Meijer on my lunch break, I didn't have time to knit. Someone has made Starbucks coffee, damn them. I have no creamer. I shall go knit and smell Starbucks coffee.