Happy Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. Day!
I am at work. Apparently, besides us here, there are about 30 people working in Manhattan today. The train was empty! The streets are empty! The drugstore is empty! Despite the cheesy subcontractor advertising calendars of choice, which mark today with a brown and a white hand shaking in apparent racial harmony, we donâ€™t get today off. Sigh. I wish I did! We used to get lots of holidays off, including days that others didnâ€™t get, like Presidents Day and Columbus day and Good Friday. Now, we get nothing. We go from New Years in January to Memorial Day in May to the 4th of July to Labor Day in September to that whole Thanksgiving/Christmas thing. Sigh. The good old days? Gone. And I love Martin Luther King Jr. Day! But none for me!
I was in a meeting last week and these are the notes I took:
- can Mom be a freelance â€œlandscape architechtâ€ for the upstate office?
- Gold mine remediation = mercury?
- Body language during mtgs.
The last one is the most interesting. The way people sit in meetings is so fascinating to me â€“ most of the guys in meetings, at least, internal ones, sit in their chairs with their feet planted on the ground, leaning way back, belly sticking out and crotch wide open. Itâ€™s kind of a gross, undignified position, in my opinion. Iâ€™ve noticed that most women donâ€™t sit like that, mostly because itâ€™s kind of inappropriate to flash your crotchal area around.
The prioritizer is a very interesting tool here, kids. You put in what youâ€™re trying to prioritize, you answer questions (which of these pairs is better?) and it tells you what you think!
This weekend I went to Philadelphia for a friends party, and also, we went to the Mutter Museum. It was really neat. I looked for Grover Clevelandâ€™s tumor, but couldnâ€™t find it. Chief Justice Marshallâ€™s bladder stones were on exhibit, though! His werenâ€™t too large, but there were some really honkinâ€™ big bladder stones. Like, as large as a tennis ball. Yar! The most interesting exhibit was on Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, where the muscles and other tissue are slowly calcified to bone. You could see where the muscles, especially in the upper arms, had been turned to bone on the skeleton. It was pretty neat, and also, pretty horrible.
So for like the first time in my entire life Iâ€™m counting calories. I hate it, but I also hate the fact that I am overweight. 205, baby! OK, so, I figure I should own the weight, and work for a change, and to do that, Iâ€™m posting it on the freakinâ€™ internet. Iâ€™m nuts.
Iâ€™m supposed to go to a crafty night tonight, from 6 to 10, and now I donâ€™t know how early I can leave work. Itâ€™s already 5:30, but I have a meeting in the NJO tomorrow, and so therefore I have to get all of this stuff done, and flipinâ€™ CDs burnt, and El Bosso hasnâ€™t checked it all, and I need to leave, like, in 45 min. at the very very most. Grrr.
Well, wish me luck!