3757: Away
Taffy, #3 of our dept. within the span of two months, was given the boot today, which was startling but not entirely surprising. I was concerned back when she had mentioned asking Boomer for more things to do, and then was told by Usurper that an auditor would see red flags and that I should be doing X of her tasks [one of which I still haven't learned how to do], so basically she was working full-time on a part-time job that they couldn't justify paying for for the space we have and so... so.
Unlike PHB, Taffy was DEVASTATED, though, and it was really hard NOT to see her red eyes and hear her trying not to cry. I mean, we're taught not to stare, but... what? Ignoring seems rude, too, but the other option is to be all obvious about it... "HEY WHY DO YOU NEED THAT BOX WHY ARE YOU PACKING ALL YOUR STUFF IN IT ARE YOU MOVING TO THE OTHER BUILDING COOL CAN I SEE WAIT WHAT YOU AREN'T COMING BACK AWW WHY NOT"
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Which makes me feel less up for complaining about my total insomnia last night, living the Owl City life without the success =/ I mean, I regularly think it would be nice to have a little of it* now and again so I can enjoy my comfy warm bed longer, but insomnia has that awful tendency to make my comfy warm bed just uncomfy enough to be not relaxing at all. Even after getting and going to the bathroom twice, getting some milk, taking some aspirin, and just sitting up on the couch with my eyes open for as long as I could stand it. FFS.
*insomnia, but success would work, too
Yet somehow I survived eleven straight hours at work without lunch. =o Some of it might be the Taffy shock, but I've long figured that actually giving me a mentally-stimulating job and/or pounding the bass in the car is my form of coffee ^^ [physically-stimulating, less so, 'cause I tend to hit a hurdle along the way, but even that's better than the Paid to Sit job I had before...] I'm even pretty awake now, despite only getting home two hours ago and needing to go to bed in another hour if I'm going to pretend there's no storm coming tomorrow... might stay awake just long enough for Charliemungybirthdee...
I have a longer theorem about books to record for posterity, but it might have to wait until I sift through the books Mum has said need to be dropped off at a secondhand book store, the lot of which I offered to pick over [she had a few defences regarding my initial brush-off of Myers, that I started with the wrong book, but I kinda think that's not an excuse per book]. The short of it is I'm going to revive all my bazillion segregated houndkolbsedek sites and start posting stuff in the appropriate places, even if there aren't regular updates. I may as well let my Muse wander where it will, and if there are some nice places for it to go, all the better.
Later, though. =_=
Unlike PHB, Taffy was DEVASTATED, though, and it was really hard NOT to see her red eyes and hear her trying not to cry. I mean, we're taught not to stare, but... what? Ignoring seems rude, too, but the other option is to be all obvious about it... "HEY WHY DO YOU NEED THAT BOX WHY ARE YOU PACKING ALL YOUR STUFF IN IT ARE YOU MOVING TO THE OTHER BUILDING COOL CAN I SEE WAIT WHAT YOU AREN'T COMING BACK AWW WHY NOT"
\='
Which makes me feel less up for complaining about my total insomnia last night, living the Owl City life without the success =/ I mean, I regularly think it would be nice to have a little of it* now and again so I can enjoy my comfy warm bed longer, but insomnia has that awful tendency to make my comfy warm bed just uncomfy enough to be not relaxing at all. Even after getting and going to the bathroom twice, getting some milk, taking some aspirin, and just sitting up on the couch with my eyes open for as long as I could stand it. FFS.
*insomnia, but success would work, too
Yet somehow I survived eleven straight hours at work without lunch. =o Some of it might be the Taffy shock, but I've long figured that actually giving me a mentally-stimulating job and/or pounding the bass in the car is my form of coffee ^^ [physically-stimulating, less so, 'cause I tend to hit a hurdle along the way, but even that's better than the Paid to Sit job I had before...] I'm even pretty awake now, despite only getting home two hours ago and needing to go to bed in another hour if I'm going to pretend there's no storm coming tomorrow... might stay awake just long enough for Charliemungybirthdee...
I have a longer theorem about books to record for posterity, but it might have to wait until I sift through the books Mum has said need to be dropped off at a secondhand book store, the lot of which I offered to pick over [she had a few defences regarding my initial brush-off of Myers, that I started with the wrong book, but I kinda think that's not an excuse per book]. The short of it is I'm going to revive all my bazillion segregated houndkolbsedek sites and start posting stuff in the appropriate places, even if there aren't regular updates. I may as well let my Muse wander where it will, and if there are some nice places for it to go, all the better.
Later, though. =_=