I had a Mirena implanted about 4.5 years ago, and have had maybe two days of light spotting since then. I had a B12 deficiency which was making me extra flaky, on top of being new to the super erratic schedule of an adjunct/freelancer, and I wasn’t being super great about taking the pill. The Mirena was 100% covered…
We have this one coworker who was let go because he demonstrated extremely poor judgment regarding substance use at work, and also boundaries with students.
For the record, I hate that this is a thing I am thinking about, but ... I am thinking about it.
How do you guys handle bodily functions at work?
We have a pretty small building, with basically three bathroom stalls in two restrooms. Nearly every. single. time. I walk into the womens’ room, I run into one of my colleagues, and she’s been pooping. It always smells like she’s been pooping. She’s apparently got a lot…
I have to get published for work.
It’s a little weird, because the usual things that performing musicians do won’t count here (CD liner notes, program notes, reviews, etc.) and no performing musician would be taken seriously if they did a researched article about ... whatever, because musicology and music theory are…
I’m super crap at keeping secrets these days and man, am I sitting on a doozy.
One of our dogs has severe separation anxiety, and can’t stand to be left alone in the house unless the younger dog is left with her, or with a human. This is tricky since I live alone with her right now.
I got my first meal box this week, and you guys ... holy crap.
We have a seven hour meeting today.
There were ten jobs in my field last year, and I got one of them. Specific things about the environment might have made it the least desirable of the ten, but being ten was better than being ... eleven.
We had meetings this morning. I thought it would feel like the last two days of break, since they were out by noon.
I thought wrong.
There are things I like about school being in session (structure, students). There are things I don’t (tired, structure). I’m still surfing a little of the bummer parade from earlier this…
I am not at work.
The advantage of moving in such a hurry last fall was that I didn’t have time to notice I lived alone. And he’d never really spent any time in the house, so being alone in it with the dogs didn’t feel strange.
We’ve had three of four weeks of winter break. One and a half of them were on the road for one reason or…
Disclaimer: I struggle with moderation.
So last fall, I started a new job which involved moving on an extremely compressed timeline. We took possession on a Friday and class started on Monday. My mother and I are having issues now, but in August, she saved the day by unpacking the house and sitting with my separation…
My mother and I have not been getting along.
Still, it’s Christmas, and at Christmas you buy presents for loved ones. When asked what she would like, she has said, “A buffalo plaid henley shirt,” which does not appear to exist anywhere, and the classic child of Depression-era immigrants response: “Birdseed.”
I’m watching the Netflix film Dumplin’.
I’m online Christmas shopping.
The husband frequently says how much he misses the dogs, and will regularly coo and aww over things they do which are not necessarily aww-worthy. I already ordered him swanky wireless headphones, but then I saw these.
Today’s interaction is two text messages which consist of:
My mother was mentally unwell for most of my adolescence and unchecked by my dad, who worked 80+ hours a week for most of the decade. They both have lingering codependence issues that keep things lively, but things have been generally better.