Utterly mysterious disappearing fish
I watered plants today over at E's apartment. I also fed fish. There has been foul play amongst the goldfish tank. The betta is doing fine over in his own little tank, but...
And I've gotten no fewer than seven phone calls today, most of which are from the stupid concho resource people who never talk to me when I answer or leave messages. I've not got any idea how to get them to stop calling. Don't get me wrong, I respect these folks and they're organization. But their recording says nothing of import and I can't get them to stop sending me the same stupid recording. The nicest organization in the world can get on peoples' bad lists this way. Then there's the recording that tells me to call right back. Stupid. If you were legit, you'd actually talk to me. Not tell me to call the same damn number on my caller id after your message finishes. Two wrong numbers finishes the tally, with each caller demanding to know who I was. Well, who did you call? Maria? Nope, wrong number. Yes, I'm sure I'm not Maria. And no, she's not hiding in the closet giggling while we prank you. Thomas? Do I sound like a Thomas? I should hope not. I've been coughing up both my lungs all day long, but my voice isn't that far gone. All you potential wrong numbers out there, please don't aggressively question the person who answers the phone. The likelihood that that person is robbing the person you called is slim. Chances are high, however, that you botched the dialing process.
Still no word on the IT gig, but the details are being ironed out in payroll, apparently. On the other hand, I've agreed to do 3 weeks of kitty-sitting for a professor of mine. I go over there regularly to feed/water the kitties, play a little, check the litter for cleanliness, and that's it. Pay is nice, too. They live right by campus, so it'll be close.
Have I ever mentioned that cough syrup is nasty? So nasty that I can only take one dose a day, and have to rely on the power of sleep to erase the taste from my memory? Once every four hours, my ass. Four hours later and my tongue is still reeling. Maybe someone can explain the whole "prevents coughing" + "makes your coughing really productive" bit to me. If the stuff works, you won't be coughing. How's that productive?
I made pizza today. I was going to put mushrooms on it, but I'm not sure mushrooms come back from the frozen all that well. I ended up putting onions and green peppers on it instead. I would have liked mushrooms. I thawed them out a bit, and they got much too spongey and a little too slipper. There were fingerprints where I picked them up. Maybe there's a better way to store mushrooms than in the freezer. I'd have chanced it, even still, but one must keep in mind that mushroom is really just a fancy word for fungus. I figured I'd be safer in not putting possibly screwed up fungus on my pizza. Sigh. It turned out all right in the end. The boxed crust is much easier to put in the pan than the from scratch kind we do at home. And it's cheap, so all is well.
I'm babbling, so I'm just going to post this.
End.
And I've gotten no fewer than seven phone calls today, most of which are from the stupid concho resource people who never talk to me when I answer or leave messages. I've not got any idea how to get them to stop calling. Don't get me wrong, I respect these folks and they're organization. But their recording says nothing of import and I can't get them to stop sending me the same stupid recording. The nicest organization in the world can get on peoples' bad lists this way. Then there's the recording that tells me to call right back. Stupid. If you were legit, you'd actually talk to me. Not tell me to call the same damn number on my caller id after your message finishes. Two wrong numbers finishes the tally, with each caller demanding to know who I was. Well, who did you call? Maria? Nope, wrong number. Yes, I'm sure I'm not Maria. And no, she's not hiding in the closet giggling while we prank you. Thomas? Do I sound like a Thomas? I should hope not. I've been coughing up both my lungs all day long, but my voice isn't that far gone. All you potential wrong numbers out there, please don't aggressively question the person who answers the phone. The likelihood that that person is robbing the person you called is slim. Chances are high, however, that you botched the dialing process.
Still no word on the IT gig, but the details are being ironed out in payroll, apparently. On the other hand, I've agreed to do 3 weeks of kitty-sitting for a professor of mine. I go over there regularly to feed/water the kitties, play a little, check the litter for cleanliness, and that's it. Pay is nice, too. They live right by campus, so it'll be close.
Have I ever mentioned that cough syrup is nasty? So nasty that I can only take one dose a day, and have to rely on the power of sleep to erase the taste from my memory? Once every four hours, my ass. Four hours later and my tongue is still reeling. Maybe someone can explain the whole "prevents coughing" + "makes your coughing really productive" bit to me. If the stuff works, you won't be coughing. How's that productive?
I made pizza today. I was going to put mushrooms on it, but I'm not sure mushrooms come back from the frozen all that well. I ended up putting onions and green peppers on it instead. I would have liked mushrooms. I thawed them out a bit, and they got much too spongey and a little too slipper. There were fingerprints where I picked them up. Maybe there's a better way to store mushrooms than in the freezer. I'd have chanced it, even still, but one must keep in mind that mushroom is really just a fancy word for fungus. I figured I'd be safer in not putting possibly screwed up fungus on my pizza. Sigh. It turned out all right in the end. The boxed crust is much easier to put in the pan than the from scratch kind we do at home. And it's cheap, so all is well.
I'm babbling, so I'm just going to post this.
End.
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