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Bloody hell.
Jul. 1st, 2013 07:59 pmApologies if you've seen this rant elsewhere, but. July? Your first-day performance evaluation is in, and it's not pretty. You stand a good chance of not making it through your probationary period and being fired without cause before you even get to the Fourth.
The evidence against you so far:
Despite this morning going better, aminal-wise, than recent days, with Tasha letting me sleep in till past 0430 and then quieting down (mostly) to let me fall back to sleep within an hour? That didn't stop the house phone from ringing within moments of 6 a.m.
Calls at that hour can only mean Bad Things, and this one was: Emily, calling on Cameron's phone, reporting a serious and potentially dangerous bout of nausea and its consequences, including a worry that she was horking up blood.
Doctor Mom took the call, and talked her down, and through it. No, it wasn't blood. Rather, it was a by-product of Red Cheetos. She recommended cold compresses, flat soda, and plenty of rest. All of these seemed to do the trick by 8 or so, by which time Eleanor was at work and I was (barely) (re-)awakening.
Shit then took a holiday for most of the day. A dull but predictable court appearance downtown; a mostly catch-up day with bank statements and time entries; and calls to various clients and opponents to settle down this short week. It was looking good for an early departure from the home office until I noticed that the oldest cat, Tazzer, was doing his own re-enactment of Blood Simple.
( Cut for TMI. Y? Because we like you. )
So he ate just fine; was medicated just fine; and should be fine just fine. Cost wasn't much more than his routine shots would've been anyway; peace of mind is priceless.
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The other 7/1 7hit was less shitty, but worth mentioning. Eleanor's main work computer wound up running painfully slow and is likely infested with malware or worse. RIT just sent us a $17,000 bill for her penultimate semester because their financial aid site has been "under construction" for the past several weeks. And there's been plenty of crap in the news to get depressed over.
Still. Our babies are better, and from a totally selfish standpoint, and reserving all rights to terminate this stupid month, it'll do.
The evidence against you so far:
Despite this morning going better, aminal-wise, than recent days, with Tasha letting me sleep in till past 0430 and then quieting down (mostly) to let me fall back to sleep within an hour? That didn't stop the house phone from ringing within moments of 6 a.m.
Calls at that hour can only mean Bad Things, and this one was: Emily, calling on Cameron's phone, reporting a serious and potentially dangerous bout of nausea and its consequences, including a worry that she was horking up blood.
Doctor Mom took the call, and talked her down, and through it. No, it wasn't blood. Rather, it was a by-product of Red Cheetos. She recommended cold compresses, flat soda, and plenty of rest. All of these seemed to do the trick by 8 or so, by which time Eleanor was at work and I was (barely) (re-)awakening.
Shit then took a holiday for most of the day. A dull but predictable court appearance downtown; a mostly catch-up day with bank statements and time entries; and calls to various clients and opponents to settle down this short week. It was looking good for an early departure from the home office until I noticed that the oldest cat, Tazzer, was doing his own re-enactment of Blood Simple.
( Cut for TMI. Y? Because we like you. )
So he ate just fine; was medicated just fine; and should be fine just fine. Cost wasn't much more than his routine shots would've been anyway; peace of mind is priceless.
----
The other 7/1 7hit was less shitty, but worth mentioning. Eleanor's main work computer wound up running painfully slow and is likely infested with malware or worse. RIT just sent us a $17,000 bill for her penultimate semester because their financial aid site has been "under construction" for the past several weeks. And there's been plenty of crap in the news to get depressed over.
Still. Our babies are better, and from a totally selfish standpoint, and reserving all rights to terminate this stupid month, it'll do.