marcicat: (today I eat cake)

Back to work! That sure will be something.

I’ve already done a quick check of my work emails — always a toss-up whether that’s a good idea or not. On the negative side, it tends to ramp up my stress about work things at a time when there’s nothing I can do about it. On the positive side, I’ve gotten in trouble at work before for “expressing strong feelings” when reading my emails, so at least this way I won’t have to have A Conversation with my boss about my reactions.

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marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

You know when your feet hurt, and you think ‘do I need to rest them, or do I need to move them?’

And then you maybe do some googling, and you think ‘okay, so either I’m fine, or I’m dying, thanks a lot, google.’

And then maybe there’s some more googling, and you maybe try a combination of resting and moving, and you think ‘I wish I hadn’t started paying so much attention to my physical self, because now I’m noticing all sorts of physical discomforts that I was happily ignoring before.’

And finally you just tell yourself ‘ah, what the heck.’

In conclusion: it’s time to go run/walk/climb/bounce at the Insane Inflatable 5K!

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marcicat: xkcd sunset (xkcd sunset)
An office stress ball, a craft book, two sweaters, and three scarves (after *specifically* telling myself that the ONE THING I definitely did not need was MORE SCARVES). But they're so pretty!

Today's to-do list includes such things as laundry and cooking up some food for this week's lunches. And also, I suppose, figuring out where to put my new scarves!
marcicat: (snowbirds on a line)

Yesterday I thought to myself ‘I’ll just listen to this npr podcast on my way to work; that will be interesting and not too exciting for the first day back.’ (I figured there would be a lot of ‘back at work’ energy floating around, so I wouldn’t need to pump myself up with loud tunes or anything in the car.)

Whoops. Turns out I picked the episode about wage stagnation (among other things), spent the entire episode offering rude commentary back to the guest, and arrived at work fired up for the fall of capitalism.

(Maybe today I’ll stick with music.)

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marcicat: (cats at sunrise)

In this case, it’s going to be the landlord. Not quite as exciting as the ghostbusters, but on the other hand, I’m not really ready for the excitement of a ghost mouse in my wall.

(Honestly, not ready for the excitement of a regular mouse either. But I didn’t get a readiness survey before it moved in, so it may not know that.)

Yes, a mouse has returned. (I hope it’s only one.) I’m not really sure what the landlord can *do* about it, since I don’t think the mouse is entering the wall in my apartment. (I’m on the middle floor, so it could have access above or below my apartment.) And it’s not actually *in* the apartment proper, so it’s not like I can put out a trap or something.

But I can’t sleep with it rustling around in the wall *right next to my bed* (ugh), so I am hoping Something Can Be Done. (I’ve already dragged the mattress into the other room, so I did manage to sleep last night.)

Oh, nature.

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#today

Jul. 18th, 2017 08:34 am
marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

You know that funny meme that I can’t find right now about the bird that wakes up and thinks ‘what a beautiful day — you know what would make it even better? SCREAMING’

Not only is that a perfect description of my own personal feelings about today, it also matches what the actual birds outside my window are doing!

IT IS A DAY FOR SCREAMING. BRING IT ON.

[Note: This led to a fascinating google thread about why parrots scream, and — if one is to extrapolate to one’s own self — I should follow this simple advice: 1) give myself rewards when I’m not screaming; 2) make sure to touch base frequently with my flock so I know they haven’t gone off without me; 3) identify frightening things in my environment and deal with them as needed; 4) if all else fails, cover myself with a blanket and go back to sleep.]

VERY GOOD ADVICE, THANK YOU INTERNET!

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marcicat: (superhero rainbow shirt)

Not even sure what to make of this one. We typically have a team meeting every Wednesday, which is great, fine, good plan. Gets everyone on the same page. I’m for it.

And once a month or so that meeting includes a guest speaker who makes more money than us talking about whether or not the company is making money. (Spoiler alert: the answer is unfailingly ‘things look good, but not so good that we’re making any promises, so if you could work harder, that’d be great.’)

But *this* week, there are no meeting rooms available in our building for Wednesday. And our scheduled guest speaker is busy. Did we reschedule the meeting to a different day? Did we carefully evaluate whether it was worthwhile to review this information a mere three weeks before we are going to have a company-wide meeting to review it again?

Nope. Instead, our entire team is going to drive to a different building and meet with a different person to review the same information. I mean, okay, but why? In the classic words of ‘Meet The Robinsons,’ “I’m just not sure how well this plan was thought through.”

[“I have a big head, and little arms.”]

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marcicat: (polar bear)

I have been confusing dates all week. What month is this? What year is it?

*This morning I tried to find more information on registering for an event, only to realize (after an embarrassingly long time) that it happened back in 2015.

*Yesterday, I was baffled by why we would be receiving 100+ orders “this week” that were meant to ship in September — finally I figured out that “this week” was part of a calendar event invite *in* September.

I blame the weirdness of the upcoming non-three-day-weekend. My brain thinks ‘holiday weekend!’ and then immediately goes ‘but I’m working Monday?!’ and then ‘but not Tuesday?!?!’ and boom, confusion loop.

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marcicat: stress out and throw vase (stress out and throw vase)

Okay, so last summer was all about the drought, and I think I over-adapted to drought conditions, because I am still seriously confused by what to do with all this humidity.

Me: “It’s 68F degrees, a beautiful cool morning!”

Also me: “…And yet I’m sweating and every time I move I feel like I need to lie down and take a break.”

Me: “But I can see the leaves moving from the breeze! It’s so nice out!”

Also me: “Except that everything is damp and this is awful.”

Basically I have no idea what to do with this weather. A special apology to all my plants; I really am trying my best.

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marcicat: (agh a monster)

Worked an earlier shift today, which was weird, but not unpleasant. The cat is confused. I am also confused, so I am at a loss to assist. What am I doing? What time is it?

It is 7 pm. I am doing the 9 am things. It feels like the start of a shift work gothic post.

TIME FOR A CHEESE SANDWICH BECAUSE CHEESE SANDWICHES MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER.

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marcicat: drama llama (drama llama)

Given these two factors:

1. My workplace may or may not be moving an additional 30 minutes further away.

2. My job may or may not be slowly driving me around the bend.

I am currently looking at other options. Sadly, rich eccentric is still off the table. However:

1. Job hunting is basically awful.

2. It turns out I actually think *every* employer is willing to screw over their employees, I just think some of them do it more deliberately than others.

On the plus side, the sun is finally coming out after two days of rain, which is:

1. Astonishingly beautiful.

2. Hopefully going to provide a bonus mood bump.

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marcicat: (agh a monster)

This weeks brings the end of the fiscal month to my workplace, a time when important people “drop by” our neck of the woods to remind us how important it is for us to work harder/faster/longer in order to ensure that other people (not us) get their commission checks.

What really gets me is how many of these people act like the schedule is a complete surprise *every month.* Like they’re just existing in an amorphous “not the end of the month” vortex of indeterminate length and form until SUDDENLY IT’S THE END OF THE MONTH AND EVERYTHING IS A CRISIS HOW DID THIS HAPPEN I HAD NO IDEA THIS WAS COMING!!11!!!1!

Also a perennial fave: when people pretend like the rules don’t apply to them and want their requests jumped up the line. They said ‘thank you’ in their email and everything! In ALL CAPS! Ha! Not today, buddy. You get what you get, and you can wait for your turn like everyone else.

[Note: Tried to find that DHL commercial where the guy says “All those bourgeois businessmen waiting for their packages… Let them wait!” Apparently it’s not easily findable, although many people remember it fondly.]

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marcicat: (cats at sunrise)

One of the apartments across the way has a string of lights up on their balcony. They’re white lights, and they’ve been up for a while now, so I figured — hey, probably going for a sort of ‘summer outdoor patio’ look. Which is neat.

But then one of the other apartments put up lights too, and they’re red and white. So now I’m a little confused — I feel like the addition of the red lights moves things away from ‘quirky/aesthetic lighting choice’ and towards some kind of holiday celebration.

Is that just me? Are twinkle lights now part of Memorial Day? Is it a decorating choice? Do you think they have to dust the lights to keep them from getting covered with pollen? Inquiring minds what to know!

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marcicat: (polar bear)

There is a book that lives in our work area, called “The Five Dysfunctions of a Team.” (author Patrick Lencioni) I have not read the book. As far as I know, no one has read the book, or even knows where the book came from. But it has been kicking around our area for a couple of years now. (Yeah, we’re not big on tidying. It’s a thing.)

But! At this exact moment, we actually have five people on our team, and I have been SO TEMPTED to make a “tag yourself” joke about the book. SO. TEMPTED. But alas, I fear it would not be well received, or even understood, so I have resisted.

[PS: I live in fear of touching the book, which I think may be some sort of cursed object, so I wiki’d the thing instead. Apparently the five options are: absence of trust, fear of conflict, lack of commitment, avoidance of accountability, and inattention to results.]

[PPS: I’m totally lack of commitment.]

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marcicat: (dreamsheep (wolf))

You know you’re in a weird weather pattern when the forecast says “Mostly Cloudy” and you get super excited.

I mean, it’s not snowing! (Or, at the moment, raining!) The sun was out earlier, although now it is indeed “mostly cloudy.”

Anyway, weather is weird.

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marcicat: (agh a monster)

Work Wednesday! As in, I will be at work today! Working!

Yeah, not much excitement on the work front this week. The boss is interviewing for some new team members, which is one of those things that always makes me glad I’m not the boss.

Also I slept in a little this morning, so I’m feeling a little discombobulated by the whole timeline of the day. Am I early? Am I late? Why does my computer tell me when my phone is ringing? WHAT’S HAPPENING?

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marcicat: (tree with rainbow swirls)

Yesterday I was super excited to get my new sneakers, so you might imagine my dismay when I opened up the box to see that one of them still had the security tag on it.

Let me back up. Yes, I paid for them. Yes, I ordered them from a reputable company. Yes, I have a receipt.

Okay, back to the story. So I’m concerned. My biggest concern is that this may be an ink-containing tag which will cause some shenanigans if I try to wrangle with it.

So this morning I live chat the company, and I’m all ‘so, security tag.’ And the very nice person tells me “it’s likely you might damage the item if you attempt to remove it yourself.”

Which is golden, right? Because that’s retail-speak for “We’re not liable if you ruin the shoes being an idiot,” and not retail-speak for “The tags are tamper resistant, absolutely don’t touch them.”

So, I googled a bunch of “how to remove a magnetic security tag” info, and I have now liberated my sneakers from their security shackles. Winning!

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marcicat: (froggy heart)

I’ve been trying my hand at writing some fic for the new Power Rangers movie, but it has been slow going. Work is All About The Drama right now, and it’s hard to avoid Even More Drama when writing about high schoolers.

So I’ve been reading a lot of Guardians of the Galaxy fic, which — is not actually helping. (But I never really got into the fic when that movie came out, so there’s a lot of stuff I haven’t read yet.)

Mostly this entire post was just an excuse to show off the flamingoat again:

(How did we get to the flamingoat? Drama –> “So The Drama” –> Kim Possible –> “A flamingoat? But that’s the rarest of the Cuddle Buddys!” Technically, the flamingoat is from “A Sitch in Time,” which I recommend as an enjoyable viewing experience!)

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marcicat: (badger bali)

Last night I dreamed that I was driving, and a warning light came on in my car. It was a whale. I have so many questions.

The symptoms of the Whale Warning Light seemed to be very poor acceleration while driving forward, and the brakes only working while driving in reverse. (What? As symbolism goes, that doesn’t even make sense!)

So I parked in an empty lot, but every book I thought was my car’s owners manual turned into a book about art when I opened it.

Message for today: beware of whales, and maybe art?

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WHAT

Apr. 11th, 2017 06:13 am
marcicat: xkcd sunset (xkcd sunset)

This weekend I was walking in my local state park, as one does, and I happened along a sign. (Usually a good indication I’m on a Real Trail, aka Not Lost, and so a cause for celebration.) It looked like this:

Things I would expect to see on a sign warning me to watch out for stuff:

1. snowmobile

2. ATV

3. snowmobile

Not — whatever that is. I have no idea what that picture is even meant to depict. A plow on tank treads? Anyway, I didn’t see anything like that, but I was *definitely* watching for it!

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