YAY! SINGLE DIGITS!
Art Buchwald passed away yesterday. In the past two weeks, Yvonne DeCarlo, Carlo Ponti, Jane Bolin and Tillie Olsen have also passed away.
Lisa is feeling better, after having suffered for almost two weeks with a nasty sinus thing. With her sinuses not draining (impacted) and then finally draining, she’s coughed and hacked a lot at night – once I thought she was going to hack up a lung – and she’s not getting much rest (nor am I, for that matter). We decided we were going to lay low this weekend and just give her some slow, quiet time to finish mending.
We’re supposed to get somewhere between a dusting and a foot of snow depending on where the “localized snow squalls” end up during the lake effect snow we’re supposed to be getting. They’re using the term “blizzard” in the forecast but “blizzard” doesn’t refer to snow, it refers to strong wind gusts during a snowfall. And that’s exactly what we’re supposed to be getting – 35-40 mph winds during this lake effect storm.
It’s probably a good thing we planned to stay home and lay low. Sounds like the kind of weather where the best activity is to lounge on the couch (or bed) and find a good movie to nap through. Just interesting enough to not be boring, but not so interesting that you stay awake and watch it all the way through.
The state police stopped by my Aunt Wanda’s house today to inform the family that some remains have been found about a mile and a half upstream from where my , missing uncle lived. I figure it’s a pretty good bet that it’s him, and can’t imagine who else it would be. They’ll send the remains up here to Rochester for an autopsy and possible identification, since they don’t have those kinds of facilities down in cow country in the southern tier. Poor Jerry.
I’ve gotten hammered all week at work by the same faculty who always wait until the last possible moment to get their syllabi, course outlines and class handouts done. They come in, frantic, thinking I’m going to wave some magic wand and make everything happen for them. One, who came in yesterday at three o’clock and was told that he wouldn’t get his stuff back before Monday, said to me “You DO realize that the semester starts on Monday, don’t you?” I said “Yep, sure do. And I’ve been here for the past three weeks with NOTHING to do.”
What a putz. The lot of them!
I’ve stayed late almost every night this week trying to keep up. I’ve been flying solo for two years now, having had my other position sort of “stolen” from me by our director who sold some bogus numbers to the VP. Of course, HE got the position. Last night, about 5:45 I thought “Why am I staying late to get this shit done?” Frankly, if they don’t care enough to staff us properly, then I don’t see any reason to care enough to stay late. However, I don’t think today is the day to draw the line – I’ll make a point, starting Monday, to leave on time every day. What doesn’t get done, doesn’t get done. They can complain to the VP.
Bitter? Me? Nahhhh
I stole this from sassy’s blog:
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