TOM

There are times I really hate being a girl.

Like that "time of the month" and retreating to the restroom every hour on the hour to "take care of business".

You know, just general times like that.

Tough Interview

I'm so glad this happened in Scotland. It really couldn't happen here, right?

Saeed Akbar, 35, began the interview with a 25-year-old female applicant fully clothed. But at one point he left the room and returned wearing only his birthday suit and clutching a clipboard.

When the appplicant refused to strip as well, Akbar put his clothes back on and attempted to continue the interview as normal. The woman, however, fled in terror and reported the incident to police.

Akbar initially told police his strip was a consensual "role play" as part of his "tough interviewing technique".

Exactly what school do you go to to learn this kind of "interviewing technique"? Hmmmm?

What really gets me is the judge's take on this.

"On the one hand, I have to take into account the distress which you caused your victim. On the other hand, I have to take into account the catastrophic effect this incident has had on your life. You have suffered severely as a result of your actions."

In the States the sentance probably would have been similar. What I don't get is the judge giving the consequences of such an outlandish act equal weight to punishment by law. It almost seems like if the idiot hadn't lost his job, partner, friends, etc., the judge would have given a harsher sentance. Weird.

missing

How is it that the computer I used in the old office had all the right cords and connections and the computer in the new office is completely missing one cord and a female connection?!?!

Moving

The boxes were driving me nuts. It doesn't matter that her brother just died and she inheirited all his crap. The fact is more stuff keeps piling into the "storage" room and I no longer have room to think. Remember the grand plan? Well, it's no longer working.

So we flip flopped her room and the study. She gets a big bedroom with lots of storage space and I get a study that I can actually enjoy working in.

So we started moving stuff Monday evening and she got all her stuff moved in Tuesday (her day off). Mom came over last night to help me arrange my new domain. Now I get to go through boxes and figure out how to store my stuff out-of-sight. That'll take until the weekend...

All this to say I've come to realize I'm completely internet dependent. Two days of being unplugged has sent me panting to my work computer to get my fix.

Memorable? Posts

So do you mentally post to your blog?

I'm often find myself composing a blog post about some event that I've just witnessed. The posts are always insightful, poignant, entertaining, slightly ascerbic and delightfully witty.

Yet these posts never seem to make it to my site. I mentally compose them and then seem to loose the entire post with the next thought. Or I jot a note and later can't decifer it. Or I actually sit down to write and realize what I've written is not insightful, poignant, entertaining, slightly ascerbic or even delightfully witty.

So is there a phantom blog roll in the sky that contains the best of my work?

Peeping Thong Video

I laughed 'til tears ran down my cheeks and I almost peed my pants!

Check out this Girls Behaving Badly video clip and get a free thong!

Thanks to Wildwriter for the link.

So Many Good Things

Living in the Lower 48 has distinct advantages. Like shopping - and sales - and getting $130 worth of clothes for $45. Sweet!

Zip, zap

Little shocks every time I move. Even sitting still my nose and cheeks tingle - kindof like the feeling just before you sneeze. Stairs are a nightmare - shocks on every movement compounded by the force of the climb.

This is not fun.

Puppies all better

So everything seems to be coming out normally among the canine family members. Yeah! Seby still has a few more days of antibiotics but seems like we're through the worst of it.

Remember that my roommate and I had talked and agreed on the strict diet for the dogs? Well last night she let Seby into her room. Then a few minutes later she peeks her head into her room and starts sweetly, nicely, gently calling Seby.

I bolt off the couch. "Is Seby eating in your room?!?" "Yes, I think he has something." (Me calling very sternly and not sweetly) "Seby, come!" Seby trots out with his tail between his legs and a doggie treat of some sort in his mouth. I take away the treat while swearing under my breath.

I swear - I'm going to give my blasted roommate my $200 vet bill and make her pay it!!

Withdrawal

Grrrrrrr. I am so ready to be off these meds!

Remember the little fiasco before? So I took the docs advise and started tapering off much more slowly. First split the 75mg into 37.5mg. Then split the 37.5mg.

Only this isn't as easy as it sound. See, Effexor comes in capsules. And the capsules are filled with little white balls of potentcy. Which means when you pry apart the capsule and attempt to dump out the undesired dose, you inevitably end up with little white beads running around the counter.


So now I'm down to a dozen little balls inside the capsule every-other-day. What is that - like 7.32452398452mg? And I'm still experiencing shocks, dizziness, etc. Will this stuff *ever* let me go??!?!?!??

Puppy alarm

So Sunday night I turn on my alarm clock. I go to sleep and think about how I *will* get up every morning at 7:15am.

Seby starts barking. I look at the clock. 6am. No way am I getting out of bed. Quiet dog! Come back to bed! I don't care if my roommate is up and you can hear her dog roaming about the house. Come here, lay down and be quiet!

Seby begins to woof and such around 7am. I ignore him. He barks a bit more insistently. I look up. The clock reads 7:16am. Why has my alarm not gone off??? Good puppy!!! Mommy is now very happy you were barking like a little maniac!

On getting up...

So Sunday was the first day of my great "get out of bed everyday at the same time and never be late again" effort.

It was a complete failure.

Well, almost complete. I did get up with my alarm at 7:15. Took the puppies out, went potty myself, then looked around the quiet house and thought "WTF?!?!". My roommate, who had to go to work, wasn't even out of bed yet. My eyelids heavy, my body craving the comfort of my bed, I reset my alarm to 10:15am and went back to sleep.

I don't think the middle of the weekend was such a great time to start my new endeavor.

Puppy update

Today has definately been a better day. No scrubbing the carpet - yeah!

I never thought I'd be so excited about poo. Imagine me at 10:30 last night following Seby around the lawn with a flashlight waiting for the "event". Yeah! solid poo! (Glory - no poo yet - of either variety.)

Sick puppies

Yesterday I was thinking of amusing ways to blog about the morning. Seby's barking at 4am - which I ignored. His barking at 5am which I finally acknowledged. There had to be a funny post in there about still waking at 5am on a day I didn't need to be up until 7:15am.

Except the bark at 5am was an urgent call to go outside. As evidenced by the multiple spots of diarrhea on my bedroom floor. So take the puppy out, clean the puppy up, quick puppy clip to reduce hair in the "poop shoot", gagging and spot cleaning the floor, sleeping on the couch for the rest of the night.

Still thinking about a potentially funny post until I came home about 5pm. To more diarrhea except this time there were bloody patches and Glory had contributed. Calls to the vet, dogs outside, clean the floor, put the rugs in the washer, bathe the dogs (*really* needed it), take Seby to the ER vet.

Two hour vet appointment. The vet found nothing wrong on physical exam (poor puppy had to have a rectal). But he was dehydrated and a fecal culture revealed a bacteria overgrowth. The vet said the culture sample was just mucus, blood and bacteria. Gross and very sad. Poor Seby! So sub-cutaneous fluid (insert a big bolus of fluid under the skin absorbed over the next few hours; like an IV), antibiotics and a "good bacteria" paste. Don't know source of the infection/overgrowth which is a bit worrisome.

Came home and washed all their food and water dishes really well. Decided on a game plan with my roommate - no doggie treats or any other types of food other than their kibble. Hopefully she'll even switch her dog to they type of food Glory and Seby eat so my two sneaky pups won't be able to get other types of dog food.

So watched them both last night and today (while shampooing all the carpets - twice). Both seem to be better though Glory's still having some diarrhea. Seby showed a bit of energy tonight when I gave him a new toy but they're both still pretty subdued.

Here's hoping tomorrow is better.

A Solution!

Thanks to Valette, I read this great post on how to be an early riser. What fabulous information!

I've heard of the going to bed, getting up at the same time theory but this guy has a very practical twist on it. And though I'm loathe to give up sleeping in on the weekends, keeping my job is worth it!

And I will admit that I'm much more prone to feeling depressed and sorry for myself when I sleep in really late and just laze around the house.

So here's to getting up at 7:15 on the weekend!

I'll let you know how the grand experiment goes.

Just for the record

I was at work 5 hours and 20 minutes early. This means I woke up at 5am. Can you guess how happy this makes me?

And now I found out that the 7am employee meeting that I came to work early for is actually tomorrow so I get to get up at 5am again.

I'm so trying to be amused but I am not a happy camper.