So my data entry boss has started calculating our hours-per-week from Tuesday through the following Monday. She just started doing this last week. Meanwhile a payroll work week is still Sun--Sat. What this has meant is that last week it looked like I only worked 16 hours by Friday, whereas in the payroll system I had worked for 22 hours ( Read more... )

Thursday, just another day. After data entry and lunch I finally scrubbed the shower, my least favorite chore. Then memorized half of "Prince Ali."

Jameson expressed interest in shrimp po' boys, which I've made for us many times and am happy to make again, except it involves another 90-minute trip to Whole Paycheck for the best possible shrimp. ( Read more... )

Thursday I was up early to work. I love the new standing desk ( Read more... )

On Monday my eyes popped open at 6am, partly because I remembered, "It's a day off!" and partly because I realized, "I should have shipped my trombone stand back home like EIGHT cities ago. Dammit ( Read more... )

I slept poorly, as I always do before a travel day. Anticipation and anxiety ( Read more... )

I got up at 7am to have breakfast and be presentable for my friend Curtis's masterclass ( Read more... )

LONG post. You've been warned ( Read more... )

Monday, I worked for six-ish hours and Jameson worked and went to the gym.

I had therapy at 1pm, and it was "The Cry Session", which I assume anyone who goes to therapy will have.

( The Cry Session )

So much for the art museum today ( Read more... )

I woke up at 3:30am (argh) and rode with some coworkers to the airport.

After stumbling around and sucking down coffee for a bit, I found myself in front of another "frictionless shopping" i.e. "no checkout" i.e. "cashierless" store.

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