A mouse just ran by my desk. I'm taking that as a sign that I should go home.

earlier in the evening a snack of tortilla chips and guacamole goes horribly wrong when the tip of one chip breaks off in my mouth and lodges uncomfortably underneath my tongue in a corner. after much tongue-twisting i finally manage to rinse it out. later i sit down to dinner and with my first bite discover that in trying to get it out i apparently lacerated that corner of my tongue. painful, painful. but it could have been worse--i could have discovered it with my first sip of after-dinner whiskey. which leads to next annoyance: no after-dinner whiskey.

Too kind.

I think "wuss". Or perhaps, "Big Girl's Blouse".

I need a transcript from my ancient days at New Yorck Tech, nee NYCCC.

Paper check or money order only. In person (300 Jay St. Bklyn.) or snail mail. No internet. No over the phone. No plastic.

Registration for coursework at FDU. One class = $2300.00. No plastic payment accepted.

I rarely carry a checkbook or have a blank paper check in my possesion anymore. I used to keep a spare in my wallet, but in this modern age, have gotten out of the habit.

Do these institutions realize that we are in the early days of the twenty first century?

Sheesh!

i have no mouth but must scream

Just got a call from my manager who forgot to schedule someone to work the bar tomorrow morning, which means that I will now be closing the bar tonight AND opening the bar tomorrow. Yargh.

Annoyance #1: My employee quit while I was in Thailand, and his last day was the Friday before my return. So I came home to 3 weeks' worth of email and a double workload.

Annoyance #2: Today, my boss tells me that the replacement position will report to her, not to me. Effectively, I just got demoted.

Annoyance #3: I actually had to drag this information out of her. "So, this position will report directly to you? I won't be managing the team anymore?"

Tripped on the carpet in my office. Fell over on ankle, heard/felt pop! There is a 4+hour wait in the ER just to sign in. I work for the Fucking Deparment of Surgery.....you'd think there would be fucking doctor around

How are you now? Ankle injuries suck, not that any don't suck, but I broke my ankle in jr high. Still feel twinges in it 30 years later. . . .

Thanks for asking. It really really sucks. I've sprained this ankle once before, but never this badly. I still can't put any pressure on it or walk on it. I did finally manage to find a faculty member. The head of Surgery saw me hopping by the front desk and took a look at my foot. It's not broken, but I have a feeling that I may have torn a tendon, or ligament. Can't drive...can't walk.....no easy to grab food in the house...no cat food...I've been yelled at for the last 12 hours. but, I do have Demerol and naprosyn.

This is petty, but I really wish my current roommate wouldn't go "ooh fancy" every time he walks into the kitchen and I'm, like, boiling pasta. The rest of the world does not subsist on canned tuna in water, saltines and miller high life.

I've a lot of writing to do, reports, letters, edits, ostentatiously supercilious pedantry, my ordinary line of work, but I've got a head/chest cold and the sneezing and coughing and dripping has clouded my mind like a viral Lamont Cranston. I can't get or stay focused. And sleep won't come, the whole night through . . .

Went to my cleaners today to pick up some shirts. Was informed that they don't have any shirts for me. Where are they? They don't know and don't seem to care.
Problem is that I am not even sure how many I dropped off or what brand they were because they don't give you a receipt at drop-off. Great.

This exact thing happened to Brows - well not exactly. Turns out that the 3rd party place that our local sends shirts had a fire. Anyway...after a whole lot of hassle, their insurance reimbursed him for 10 shirts.

My nightmare. I have now got to the point that I actually take a bus ride to the nearest dry cleaners I halfway trust.

After 2 years of residing in Chelsea I'm still using my former shoemaker (East 10th) and cleaner (Fourth Ave. & Ninth). In the case of the cleaner, it's that I know they won't fuck up or 'lose' anything.

I figure they lost about $1,500 worth of shirts, many of which I bought in NYC. I am trying really hard not to lose it over this. I was amazed that I did not go berserk in the store.

That's a fucking nightmare - but I bet if you threaten to sue, blah blah - something - you'll get reimbursed. And then you can buy new shirts! I bet the cleaners has insurance. Why the hell don't they give you a receipt when you drop stuff off?

Typical annoyance, though maybe more appropriate for a reason to be cheerful? The discovery that a friend with "crazy" potential, has finally achieved the suspected level of craziness earlier predicted.

I should have known. School is a joke this semester.

I have one professor who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. Literally. It is completely beyond me how this man could be allowed to teach anything. Anything at all. Anywhere. To anyone.

Then there's another one of my illustrious professors, who is a PhD candidate and owns a successful tourism-consulting company here in Chicago. He actually made the following statements in class this evening.

I jotted them down, so I could be sure to remember, in case there is a test:

"So, like, why not take advantage of a blinging society by building a blinging hotel? A bunch of blinging choices for all the blingers."

"We're not trying to reinvent the wheel here, OK guys? We already did that. The original wheel was this round, fucked-up thing, made of stone."



Silly me. I thought the level of discourse at this point in my education would be loftier than what I get while smoking a joint after work with the other cooks.

Perhaps I should have gone to Cornell

On-snow ski demo days at Stratton Mountain, AKA “Testosterone Week”, during which my husband turns into exactly to sort of macho jerk I've worked so hard to avoid all these years. At least they've whittled it down to three days from five, so the recovery time is shorter. And I don't have to be there to watch.

Directly above where I sit there is a vent which periodically and noisily blows cold air on me. I have complained but am told it cannot be turned off as it is an integral part of the system of vents studding the office ceiling.

I am wearing a fairly heavy cashmere tutleneck sweater and I have a pashmina wrapped round me. I am absolutely freezing.