Updateys....

Continuing the failyah-ta-caMYOONicate theme from a couple of weeks ago:

Sometimes, that failure can be deliberate- and a good thing.  I’ve begun a practice of trying really hard to detach myself from work when I’m not AT work, especially on the weekends. It’s easy enough to make at least a serious dent in the off-hours stress.  By just turning off call forwarding from my office number to my cell phone (three keystrokes), and then disabling the Outlook messages from coming into that phone (push the settings icon, go to “accounts and passwords,” and then one clicky of a green button  turns Outlook  to this:)

And it’s just as easy to turn them back on come Monday morning. It doesn’t stop the texters, or the clients who have the mobile number, but they’re a much smaller bunch.  I’ve found it’s made it easier to keep my mind on the rest of things in life without having worklife overwhelming me.

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At the moment, communicating is coming through a borrowed computer, because mine is over at Office Megamonopoly being cleaned and hopefully cured of its keyboard problems.  It’s running me all of ten bucks, and they gave me a $10 coupon to use on udda thingza.  The intake tech was very nice; only when I saw her full name on her business card did I realize: I know you. She came in to my office for a consultation months ago, and while I remembered the name, the face of course fell right through my faulty facial recognition software.  Never did ask if she remembered who I was.

I made that stop right after ordering flowers for the funeral of our coworkers’ relative, which is late tomorrow.  Wegmans is doing a nice job of getting the arrangement made in time.  Less nice was when we went online this morning to look up the details of the wake and funeral.  At the top of the Buffalo News obituary page was a pop-up ad directed at FLIRTY SINGLES.

I don’t think that’s gonna get too many clicks. Not more than two, beyond these:

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A primary cause of non-communication is the failure to see or hear. Which is why I got a serious kick out of seeing this the other day:

and promptly amending it myself to include this:



I’m so bad.  I hope mom and dad don’t punish me by rearranging the furniture.

And then there’s this: I got this toy elephant for Pepper the first day after she came home to us, along with her new personalized tag.  She instantly adopted it as her “lovey” and it’s essential to get her into her crate and always comes out in her yap for a mad run round the house as soon as we let her out.  It’s a Kong brand toy, known for their indestructibility; and sure enough, it lasted almost three months in near-intact fashion until last week, when she finally chewed one of his ears off.  I say “his,” because this finally inspired me to name the toy. I give you:



Vincent.

(A few weeks later, I bought a duplicate of it so she’ll still have one when this one finally Van Goghs.)

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ETA.  Got the laptop back, fresh from a $10.00 repair which mainly, but didn't completely, fix the keyboard problems. I may just need to learn some new shortcuts.