A week ago Friday, I stayed late at the office because of some projects that got dumped on me that afternoon. By 7:30 p.m., I’d completed them all, but our CMS went down before I would could upload the last one.
I’m a copy editor, and my company’s marketing department just forwarded an irate email sent in response to a conference registration email (which my co-worker wrote and I edited). The subject line was “Where will your next inspiration come from?”
This dog is going to be the death of me, I swear.
I did some last-minute shopping for Christmas treats and groceries this afternoon, and I stopped by PetCo to get the dogs their presents — a stuffed elephant for Sophie, a stuffed squirrel for Buster, and a bag of rawhide chew sticks for them to share. PetCo is right next to Trader Joe’s, so I just dropped the toys…
Argh, sorry for the late update. My phone died at the ER last night and things have been NUTS today (we basically lost an entire department at work in the last two months, and we are holding things together with duct tape and sheer force of will).
At the emergency vet. Buster just started screaming out of nowhere about 45 minutes ago. He stopped after maybe 15 seconds and he seemed to be walking OK, but I’ve never heard him make a noise like that, not even when another dog took a bite out of his chest. So I am freaking the fuck out.
Finding it difficult to laugh at anything today, but I still enjoyed this article:
Board elections are coming up for the complex I live in, and there is DRAMA. I rent from a condo owner, so I don’t know the specifics or anyone involved, but there has been a spate of increasingly histrionic flyers and banners appearing and disappearing around the complex for the last week.
This is a poignant and depressingly accurate look at how we use language to prop up the perpetrators of rape and sexual assault and tear down the victims (link in case the embed doesn’t show):
Request from my co-worker, after I wrote instructions including a direction to save files from a server to your hard drive: “Please just say to save the files to your computer. I save files to my desktop, not my hard drive.”
What’s got you down today, GT?
OK, this is expanding the definition of “mansplain” to an unrecognizable degree:
My neighbor had the sweetest, most amazing dog, a huge, perfectly trained chocolate lab named Manolo who got so excited when you said his name that he’d bounce up and down. They never put him on a leash, because they didn’t have to — he heeled perfectly until they told him otherwise. Even when he learned I was an…
I really have to stop reading Kinja articles that have anything to do with dogs. I am always quickly reminded that a whole lot of people hate dogs, hate dog owners, think dogs should be banned from cities entirely, think no one who lives in a condo or apartment should be allowed to have a dog, think small dogs are…
Despite all the articles exhorting everyone to avoid Amazon Prime day, I just snagged a 7-in-1 programmable 6-quart Instant Pot and a Cuisinart immersion blender for great prices. And now I have to stay off the site for the rest of the day, because there are so many more kitchen things I want. Why am I not…
Anyone have any relevant experience you can share?
I’m on a suspense/crime/thriller binge on Netflix and Prime, and I’m not sure what to watch next. Can you rec me things, pretty GT people?
... all sandy and sticky with sunscreen, only to find out that your water is turned off. Ugh.