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I think, based on a history of questionable performance, I'm going to forestall any additional calendaric shenanigans and fire the whole damn week, on behalf of both myself and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aishlynn.
Sleeping like ass. Not able to wake up. Work's been stupidly busy and stressful for both of us (one bright spot was that my position was posted today, so that's moving forward). And today I managed to, in the course of following up with FedEx and NewEgg because some ASSHAT fucking STOLE packages off my porch yesterday[1], lock myself out of the goddamned house.
First thought was to callangel_renewed, since she and theonebob pet sit for us. Unfortunately, Bob is Keeper of the Keys (well, it was worth a shot). Ultimately, I ended up calling K to come home and let me in.
Man, I hope my chiropractor isn't having an off day, too. I'm going to sound like a wheelbarrow full of Rice Krispies at this rate.
[1] To their credit, FedEx did acknowledge that they'd screwed the pooch by leaving them; a substitute driver inadvertently pulled up a signature waiver for 806 E Hanna, which makes the discrepancy between that address and my own the 9th character to enter. Eileen at the local FedEx station is going to get a thank-you card, because she was that good to deal with, and went out of her way to let me know what the situation was.
I think, based on a history of questionable performance, I'm going to forestall any additional calendaric shenanigans and fire the whole damn week, on behalf of both myself and
aishlynn.Sleeping like ass. Not able to wake up. Work's been stupidly busy and stressful for both of us (one bright spot was that my position was posted today, so that's moving forward). And today I managed to, in the course of following up with FedEx and NewEgg because some ASSHAT fucking STOLE packages off my porch yesterday[1], lock myself out of the goddamned house.
First thought was to call
angel_renewed, since she and theonebob pet sit for us. Unfortunately, Bob is Keeper of the Keys (well, it was worth a shot). Ultimately, I ended up calling K to come home and let me in.Man, I hope my chiropractor isn't having an off day, too. I'm going to sound like a wheelbarrow full of Rice Krispies at this rate.
[1] To their credit, FedEx did acknowledge that they'd screwed the pooch by leaving them; a substitute driver inadvertently pulled up a signature waiver for 806 E Hanna, which makes the discrepancy between that address and my own the 9th character to enter. Eileen at the local FedEx station is going to get a thank-you card, because she was that good to deal with, and went out of her way to let me know what the situation was.
