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Drive until you lose the road or break with the ones you've followed
I'm free again! Except that I've got to go get my car's emissions done, and I need to figure out a plot for the game tomorrow night. I had planned on doing both later on Monday or Tuesday, but well, I was too busy crying every five minutes.
I really don't want to have to go into work every week. It wasn't horrible, but I'd forgotten how much the fluorescent lights annoy me. And the people! I'm not sure most of my coworkers understand that we're there to actually do work. They spent the whole day just chatting away about everything. I now know how they feel about a variety of entertainment options, whether I gave a fuck or not. As I result, coworker J and I spent most of the day bitching on Teams about trying to get actual work done. I had the delivery updates, which were thankfully light. As a welcome back thing, they got us Chipotle burritos. Which didn't come until well after our lunch time. Which led to me scarfing a burrito at 2:30pm, having ordered Filipino food for my 12pm lunch. I really wasn't hungry, but I figured they owed me that steak burrito for having dragged my ass in.
I was doing really well on the waterworks front, until I got an unexpected call that Sam's ashes were in. Then, the tears started. I managed not to embarrass myself,and just cried a little at my desk, which was thankfully well away from other people. After work, I drove to the vet and picked up our little velvet bag to take him home. Again, the ER Vet was so nice. And their cremation service was really good. We got a lovely wooden box with an etched nameplate, a little envelope with some clipped hair, and a framed footprint with a matching nameplate. It's all very classy for a dumb little kitty who never figured out the litter box. The clipped fur was the part that made me cry the hardest. Still, he's home now, and that gives me a little comfort.
The tears and the fluorescent lights combined to give me a massive headache. Hopefully this isn't going to be a weekly event, because that would suck.
Okay, going to go forth and have some more coffee and decide what time I'm going to go do emissions. Whoo, excitement.
I really don't want to have to go into work every week. It wasn't horrible, but I'd forgotten how much the fluorescent lights annoy me. And the people! I'm not sure most of my coworkers understand that we're there to actually do work. They spent the whole day just chatting away about everything. I now know how they feel about a variety of entertainment options, whether I gave a fuck or not. As I result, coworker J and I spent most of the day bitching on Teams about trying to get actual work done. I had the delivery updates, which were thankfully light. As a welcome back thing, they got us Chipotle burritos. Which didn't come until well after our lunch time. Which led to me scarfing a burrito at 2:30pm, having ordered Filipino food for my 12pm lunch. I really wasn't hungry, but I figured they owed me that steak burrito for having dragged my ass in.
I was doing really well on the waterworks front, until I got an unexpected call that Sam's ashes were in. Then, the tears started. I managed not to embarrass myself,and just cried a little at my desk, which was thankfully well away from other people. After work, I drove to the vet and picked up our little velvet bag to take him home. Again, the ER Vet was so nice. And their cremation service was really good. We got a lovely wooden box with an etched nameplate, a little envelope with some clipped hair, and a framed footprint with a matching nameplate. It's all very classy for a dumb little kitty who never figured out the litter box. The clipped fur was the part that made me cry the hardest. Still, he's home now, and that gives me a little comfort.
The tears and the fluorescent lights combined to give me a massive headache. Hopefully this isn't going to be a weekly event, because that would suck.
Okay, going to go forth and have some more coffee and decide what time I'm going to go do emissions. Whoo, excitement.
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I'm glad the ER vet treated you (and Sam) so well, and you have something nice to have at home
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I really did not enjoy office time, and I'm annoyed that I have to do it all over again in three days.