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It is snowing again. And it's sticking because it's so dang cold*. I'm hoping we just get a dusting, and that it does indeed turn to rain as the forecast predicts, because while I'd rather not get snowed in anywhere, I'd really rather not get snowed in at work.

* The Western Washington version of "so dang cold" is, I realize, laughable when compared to other areas that are legtimately so dang cold, but I don't care. It's cold.

I am not looking out the window again until it stops snowing. At least it's not sticking.

When I was a kid, I loved snow. I also loved winter. I think I've officially become an Old Fuck because winter and cold and snow and ice makes me surly. Why didn't I move to Arizona? Oh yeah, because then summer and heat and heat and heat would make me surly.

So far today, I've been chased by an irate dog, tripped over what appears to be thin air, and did something to put an annoying twinge in my hip. And all I've done so far is walk to the bus. I call for a reset!

(Dog scared me. A lot. It would not stop following me.)

Edit #1 9:00am
Really. I want that reset. I don't know what it is about this week that makes work an exercise in headdesking, but having things go right is the exception instead of the rule. The stuff I'm working on should not be this difficult.

If I can't have the reset, can I have it be lunch so I can take the full hour and bask in the pretty, pretty sun and remind myself that despite the annoyances at work, life is good?

Edit #2 noon
SUN! Sun sun sun!

Also, food! (The plums and oranges I picked up last night are really good!)

Goal for the rest of the day: Keep up my :D face until quittin' time. (And to avoid encountering dogs on the way home.)

Edit #3 7:40pm
Long day over. Sleep now. Yus.

...just apparently not this week.

No, scratch that. HI SUN! YOU ARE BRIGHT AND WARM! Please stick around.

I have the same bus driver as Monday night. We are crawling along 167 because she won't take the peak time alternate route. I am usually pulling into my neighborhood right now. At least she's not being as rude tonight.

(I'm hungry and exhausted. I'm sure those two facts are making this ride feel longer.)

(Also, getting a phone with a data plan probably wasn't the wisest move if I want to avoid developing a reputation as a whiner. Or a further reputation, anyway. Ah well.)

Edit 6:20 pm
Home! Oh, how I've missed you! Almost as much as I've missed the glorious sun.

I have come to the conclusion that my life would be perfect if I could teach the cats to cook and train them to have dinner ready for me when I get home. Of course, teaching the cats to cook would make them entirely too self-sufficient, and as my Queen Bee cat so politely pointed out, they are my Feline Overlords. I should be bringing treats and toys home for them every day.

I really should invest in a timer for the crock pot. At least I have leftovers waiting for me tonight. As soon as I'm done, the Siamese is going in his harness, and we are taking a walk to enjoy the sun. HI SUN! YOU ARE BRIGHT AND WARM!

And after the walk, there will be the production or consumption of porn? You can stay awake long enough for that, right, self?

So...when I started my shiny new job a year and a half ago, one of my coworkers commented that I wouldn't last two winters before I moved closer to work because the commute is awful. At least on the bus, I can read, write, watch stuff on my computer, and abuse the hell out of my phone's data plan to look at shiny things on the interwebs. Still. I spend 13 hours away from the house for 8 hours of work. You'd think I'd move (as my coworker predicted), but: 1) I like where I live; and 2) I can afford where I live. So instead I bitch. Because if I didn't like where I live so much, I'd be able to find something affordable closer to work with enough effort.

(This whine may or may not have been brought on by having the worst bus driver last night. Not only did she not know the new route or the alternate route along East Valley to avoid the parking lot on 167, but she was consistently rude! I know drivers handle a lot of rude passengers, but when someone asks you if you go to Kent and you can't understand them, there are more polite ways to ask for clarification than to snap, "Spell what you're trying to say. I can't understand you." There are also more polite ways to inform someone he put his bike on the wrong rack than to berate him. "Who put the bike on the inside rack? Shame on you!" was uncalled for.)

(This whine also may or may not have been brought on by 2 hours of sleep. WTF, brain? Body? There is nothing stressful going on. The cats were behaving. There's no reason why I shouldn't be able to sleep when I'm tired.)

I hate this week. And it's only Tuesday.

(surl surl surl)

3:30 am :-/
The alarm already? Didn't I just fall asleep?

3:37 am \o/
Hey! It's Friday! I can sleep in tomorrow.

4:44 am :-)
Pleasantries exchanged with bus buddy. Proof I am not as surly as I feel.

5:30 am ;-)
More pleasantries and some flirting with other bus buddies. Perhaps the surlies will remain at low level today.

6:10 am :3
BAKERY BREAKFAST. Now, even if the day goes south, I haves me some yummies.

6:17 am :-(
Voicemail already? Poo.

8:00 am o_O
Something ain't right here. Everything I'm pulling today requires investigation. It is Friday! Things should be smooth!

10:00 am @_@
Why is my breakfast cold? Oh. It's 10? Already?

10:30 am :D
GIRL SCOUT COOKIES! Apparently, I'm easily bribed.

11:30 am D:
Please, can I get one thing done today? No? Then can I at least help someone else get something done today?

11:45 am ^_^
Yes. Yes, I can help somebody else get something done today.

12:30 pm ^_^
I can help two people, even!

1:00 pm @_@
Why is my breakfast cold? Oh. It's 1? I guess my breakfast is my lunch now.

1:01 pm D:
OK, so I'm happy to do Task X today, but, um, I kind of need a crash course in how to do it.

1:22 pm :-(
Yeah, sorry, caller. You get to go to voicemail.

1:47 pm :-(
Yeah, sorry, second caller. You get to go to voicemail, too.

2:15 pm :-(
Yeah, sorry, third caller. You, too, get to go to voicemail. Why am I so popular all of the sudden? There are days when my phone never rings!

2:45 pm \o/
Task X completed! I did get one thing done today.

2:46 pm :-(
Fourteen minutes until I leave. Just enough time to listen to voicemail. Maybe even enough time to return a call. Poo.

3:17 pm OTL
Well, that was a long phone call. I'm going to miss the first bus. Might as well take care of one more thing...

3:35 pm :D
I am going home!
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Or not. Sure, I'll look at one more thing.

4:10 pm :D :D
I am going home for real this time!

4:12 pm ^_^;
...provided I remember my GIRL SCOUT COOKIES! And my breakfast that has become my lunch and should now really be called my dinner. (I'm leaving for reals this time. Really.)

4:24 pm D:
Rain. Icky traffic.

6:30 pm D: D: D:
Very icky traffic.

7:00 pm :D \o/ :D
Home! And the cats are cuddly!

Note to self: Never, ever, ever catch the 6:30 bus again. EVER. There's one that comes an hour later. Never take that one, either.

I just now got home. Bedtime? Was 30 minutes ago. Except it's Friday, so bedtime isn't quite as strict.

Yeesh. It was a 16 hour day for 10.5 hours of work. There's something wrong with this picture. The stats, they better be stellar for this week.

On the up shot, the wheels on the bus went round and round very, very fast. Speeding on the highway is a novelty for my commute.

So. I haven't been able to do anything with my email for awhile now, despite switching browsers, trying all the troubleshooting tips, and making burnt offerings. Have switched to gmail. Hope I can eventually do something with yahoo so I don't lose all my old email. When did it become a Monday of a Saturday?

I just got home. Bedtime is in ten minutes. Tomorrow? Looks like it will be a repeat of today. Self, do not, I repeat, DO NOT, volunteer to work on Saturday.

You're going to ignore me, aren't you, Self?

Dear Body,

Please do not be waking up an hour before the alarm is set to go off. It's not like I have a late wake-up time. THE ALARM IS SET FOR 3:45am! THAT'S EARLY ENOUGH!

Thank you and no love,

Penny

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Dear Cats,

I love you dearly. You are very cuddly and purry, but horking up a hairball on my bed while I'm in the shower? Not fun. However, I do appreciate that you missed my shirt.

Cuddles and De-Fur-Yum,

Penny

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Dear Weather,

Please to not be snowing today. Commute is long enough as it is.

<3,

Penny