Hear the silence so loud
Having listened to the Metallica S&M version of For Whom the Bell Tolls more often than the album version, I feel that the end or my title today should have a "motherfucker" at the end.
We are now expecting even more snow (and ice) on Thursday. Joy. It's pretty and all, but this is getting a little ridiculous. Our back porch is a sheet of ice, which means no one can go out via the ramp, instead going via the somewhat steep front step.
Work was boring. Spent most of the day doing delivery updates as over 2000 came in for my poor coworker. I got about 300 done, and some others helped, which got us down to about 500. Still a lot left over, but it's a start. Apparently, in the somewhat near future, I'll be training one of our new people on doing the Markets. And I won't be doing authorizations, as they were requesting two people for three weeks, not two people a week for three weeks, and I'm apparently too valuable to give up for that long. Which makes me feel good. A little sad that I don't get to learn new things, but I'll live.
Tonight, we try Amish ground chuck for burgers. We have Perinaise sauce (from Nandos) for it, so I should be good. I feel like I should have gotten half ground chuck and half ground sirloin and mixed it together, but hopefully the chuck will be good, if a bit greasy. Then again, maybe that'll be especially tasty.
I had another meltdown last night. The dog has a poopy butt and won't let anyone near it. He has a vet appointment tomorrow, so they'll shave his ass bald, but he's currently sitting on the couch and declining to do anything else. We basically have to drag him out for bathroom trips.
My brain has, of course, taken the vet visit to catastrophic failure, where they shame us for being bad dog owners, the dog gets loose and gets hit by a car etc. I feel like the worst dog momma ever, but we literally can't get to his butt. He screams anytime you get near it and I can't take that. As a result his little butthole is just red and sore looking. Last time, he was very sore afterwards and spent the night whimpering, which broke my heart, so of course, I'm convinced it will be like that again.
He had a groomers appointment two weekends ago, but we cancelled after my card got eaten by the ATM, so I'm feeling like this is all my fault somehow. Rationally, I know it's not, but the brain, it is a bag of dicks.
Hopefully, by Wednesday, this will all be in the rearview, and my brain will stop being such a total asswipe.
We are now expecting even more snow (and ice) on Thursday. Joy. It's pretty and all, but this is getting a little ridiculous. Our back porch is a sheet of ice, which means no one can go out via the ramp, instead going via the somewhat steep front step.
Work was boring. Spent most of the day doing delivery updates as over 2000 came in for my poor coworker. I got about 300 done, and some others helped, which got us down to about 500. Still a lot left over, but it's a start. Apparently, in the somewhat near future, I'll be training one of our new people on doing the Markets. And I won't be doing authorizations, as they were requesting two people for three weeks, not two people a week for three weeks, and I'm apparently too valuable to give up for that long. Which makes me feel good. A little sad that I don't get to learn new things, but I'll live.
Tonight, we try Amish ground chuck for burgers. We have Perinaise sauce (from Nandos) for it, so I should be good. I feel like I should have gotten half ground chuck and half ground sirloin and mixed it together, but hopefully the chuck will be good, if a bit greasy. Then again, maybe that'll be especially tasty.
I had another meltdown last night. The dog has a poopy butt and won't let anyone near it. He has a vet appointment tomorrow, so they'll shave his ass bald, but he's currently sitting on the couch and declining to do anything else. We basically have to drag him out for bathroom trips.
My brain has, of course, taken the vet visit to catastrophic failure, where they shame us for being bad dog owners, the dog gets loose and gets hit by a car etc. I feel like the worst dog momma ever, but we literally can't get to his butt. He screams anytime you get near it and I can't take that. As a result his little butthole is just red and sore looking. Last time, he was very sore afterwards and spent the night whimpering, which broke my heart, so of course, I'm convinced it will be like that again.
He had a groomers appointment two weekends ago, but we cancelled after my card got eaten by the ATM, so I'm feeling like this is all my fault somehow. Rationally, I know it's not, but the brain, it is a bag of dicks.
Hopefully, by Wednesday, this will all be in the rearview, and my brain will stop being such a total asswipe.