I have many topics, the fresh topics of our day, to discuss with you, and all of them are dull. Read on! Just so I won’t forget them, because you know how I am, they are: Work My eyesight My winter jackets Turning into my grandmother, Vol. XIV Did I not TELL you they were …
It’s been so long since I’ve gotten up in the morning and not blogged. These other posts I wrote at night, the posts since my triumphant return. Celebrate June’s triumphant return at the country fairgrounds and civic center. I wish you tell you what’s new with work, but I worry about getting fired. I guess …
Turns out, I locked Steely Dan in the attic all night, so I’m feeling pretty good about my cat mothering skills. I went up there for some paperwork, which I FOUND, by the way, and then I took it downstairs (there I go again, calling the attic “upstairs” like a giant nutbar) and pored over …
It was laundry. That was the smell [see yesterday’s post, ya boob]. Apparently I washed a load of clothes back when I was on the phone with Martha Washington, and I’d forgotten to put those clothes in the dryer, so for 8 centuries they were festering there in the damp, and it’s been warm out. …
Rabbit, rabbit. Why do people say that at the beginning of the month? Sarah Jessica Parker always does (she’s my Instagram friend), and because she does it, I think it’s cute, but all my life I have no idea why people say it. But isn’t this literally a rabbit, rabbit month? Isn’t Easter this month? …
Yesterday morning, after I’d gotten up early and stressed own self over adding polls to this here not-blog (good participation, by the way!), I got an email. “Can you knock this out this morning?” I wasn’t even at work yet, and already I was anxious. It’s this big, several-tabbed Excel document that I copy edit …
In case anyone was worried sick, my presentation went fine. I had to present to the rest of the creatives–that’s what they call us: “creatives.” I had to show the rest of the CREATIVES why copy editing is necessary and why it takes so damn long. We copy editors get a lot of, “Can you …
I have to give a presentation today at work, so I’m distracted. But when I return to you, to your arms, where will hug in the dark of night, remind me to tell you about sitting next to The World’s Worst Person at the manicure place. Demonstrably, June
A few things. A few matters. Some housekeeping. Don’t you fucking hate people who say that? Is there anything you want to read less about than someone’s “housekeeping matters”? I mean, other than how little you want to hear the “let me back up” details. I didn’t get to go to my work Christmas party. …
For years, we’ve been doing this project at work that is what you might call detailed. If you’re a proofreader or a copy editor, all three of you, it has everything that takes time. Names you need to check? Yes. Numbers? Yes. Details that’re listed in several places and they all must match? Yes. Fact-checking …
I gave up having cable TV about a year ago, because basically I was paying $110 a month to watch Bravo. And while I DO miss the old movie channel (a LOT), I kind of like having Amazon Prime and also, way down the rung, Netflix.
Thursday, August 3, 2017 6:30 a.m.: Alarm goes off, hit snooze. 6:39: Alarm goes off, hit snooze. 6:48: ” 6:57: “….. 7:33: OH MY GOD. SERIOUSLY? Scream out of bed, dash to shower. Wash hair. We curly people don’t wash our hair every day. Many of us have a concoction we create in dollar spray …
I am overwhelmed.
I knew I was going to a party yesterday afternoon, so I planned my ensemble in my mind so that I could do my freelance work in peace. I showered, did my hair, put on my kabuki makeup
Do you know what I hate? The don’t-be-so-hard-on-yourself-when-you’re-trying-to-insult-yourself guy. And by “guy” I mean anyone.
Yesterday, I got up early to go to the allergy doctor. I hurried around, and tore over there to be on time, and when I got there, right at 8:00? They were closed. I walked up to the door and knocked. No lights on. They'd given me paperwork, so I opened it. "8:00," it read. …
I'm just now forming the thought that all this time I've been feeding Steely Dan too much. I thought he was much younger, and those oh-so-easy-to-read instructions on his canned food said to feed him three times a day. But now he's seven months old, and I'll bet I don't have to feed him at …
When I first became June’s boss, she brought up the idea of me writing a guest post for her blog—a whole “I Supervised June” thing. I said sure. Now I’m not her boss, and I have time to write the post. Those two things are not related. I think June expects me to tell you …
My friend Paula sent me this, and there is just…yeah, I can't begin. Okay, no, I really can begin. The filthy hippie, that dynamo behind them clapping her hands, THAT WOMAN'S SWEATER, the dummy! Oh, god, the dummy. The choreography. God, 1972 was a weird time. Anyway. Another work week is upon us, and …
