Updates to shit from last time:
Bro started talking to me again. Someone slashed his tires last night. He's pretty certain he knows who did it. I think I've met the kid but whatever. He'd better not ever show up at my place.
I am sad to hear about the visibility problems with the XD. I didn't feel like I couldn't see when I test drove it. I'll have to test drive it at least one more time I suppose.
I booked my room and registered for the convention today. Now to get work to pay for at least part of it.
Work proved to be interesting today.
A columnist went off on a tangent. I asked an upper if we should kill that part. We debated it and ended up leaving it in.
Then I asked if I could take our food critic aside because he's making some dumb dumb mistakes (sashimi isn't cooked idiot!). I basically ended up putting my foot in my mouth and the upper insulted me. I'm still pissed but determined to change this moron's ways at least a little (if he can at least learn to admit he doesn't know what he's doing we can use that as our gimmick!).
Toward the end of the night, my work husband (ya know the guy who always flirts with me and makes my day at work) called something the 45th annual whatever. The captions for the photos said 44th. The brief we ran yesterday said 44th. The website for the event said "Forty-Forth."
My hubby is our top reporter. He's careful. He doesn't make mistakes like that. I call him, no answer. Leave a message.
We ended up changing the story to 44 (I did argue for "Forty-Forth" because that's how they called it but we decided it wouldn't be nice to make fun of their misspelling). He called me as I was getting home. Apparently the people in charge don't know how to add in addition to their poor spelling abilities (Are they kindergartners?!).
He says we don't need to run a correction but I'm not holding my breath. I have a feeling someone will bitch.
In Squee news:
Last Tuesday we went to the doctor because he started sneezing at 5 a.m. He had little sneezing fits all through out the morning. Doc says it's either allergies or an infection. He give my poor little guy an antibiotic shot and some liquid antibiotics to take twice a day until the end of the week just in case it is an infection.
Squee seems fine other than the sneezing. But he continued to do it. Oh and he weighs .... 11 POUNDS! He's not fat, the doc says, he's just a big kitty.
Yesterday we went back and got an allergy shot. Now we wait until Friday to see if he does it any more. He hasn't so far today but who knows what'll happen say tomorrow, Thursday or Friday.
If it isn't allergies, it's herpes, the doc says. That's treatable with an OTC enzyme (it sounded like lysosome, but that's completely different), but not curable.
Now, I know what you all are thinking, but I did NOT give my cat herpes. He just came that way.
Bro started talking to me again. Someone slashed his tires last night. He's pretty certain he knows who did it. I think I've met the kid but whatever. He'd better not ever show up at my place.
I am sad to hear about the visibility problems with the XD. I didn't feel like I couldn't see when I test drove it. I'll have to test drive it at least one more time I suppose.
I booked my room and registered for the convention today. Now to get work to pay for at least part of it.
Work proved to be interesting today.
A columnist went off on a tangent. I asked an upper if we should kill that part. We debated it and ended up leaving it in.
Then I asked if I could take our food critic aside because he's making some dumb dumb mistakes (sashimi isn't cooked idiot!). I basically ended up putting my foot in my mouth and the upper insulted me. I'm still pissed but determined to change this moron's ways at least a little (if he can at least learn to admit he doesn't know what he's doing we can use that as our gimmick!).
Toward the end of the night, my work husband (ya know the guy who always flirts with me and makes my day at work) called something the 45th annual whatever. The captions for the photos said 44th. The brief we ran yesterday said 44th. The website for the event said "Forty-Forth."
My hubby is our top reporter. He's careful. He doesn't make mistakes like that. I call him, no answer. Leave a message.
We ended up changing the story to 44 (I did argue for "Forty-Forth" because that's how they called it but we decided it wouldn't be nice to make fun of their misspelling). He called me as I was getting home. Apparently the people in charge don't know how to add in addition to their poor spelling abilities (Are they kindergartners?!).
He says we don't need to run a correction but I'm not holding my breath. I have a feeling someone will bitch.
In Squee news:
Last Tuesday we went to the doctor because he started sneezing at 5 a.m. He had little sneezing fits all through out the morning. Doc says it's either allergies or an infection. He give my poor little guy an antibiotic shot and some liquid antibiotics to take twice a day until the end of the week just in case it is an infection.
Squee seems fine other than the sneezing. But he continued to do it. Oh and he weighs .... 11 POUNDS! He's not fat, the doc says, he's just a big kitty.
Yesterday we went back and got an allergy shot. Now we wait until Friday to see if he does it any more. He hasn't so far today but who knows what'll happen say tomorrow, Thursday or Friday.
If it isn't allergies, it's herpes, the doc says. That's treatable with an OTC enzyme (it sounded like lysosome, but that's completely different), but not curable.
Now, I know what you all are thinking, but I did NOT give my cat herpes. He just came that way.
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subrosa:
Wow. Color me impressed!
subrosa:
Doesn't matter. I wanted to be a journalist all through HS, and I'm always impressed and jealous of the people who do that sort of thing for a living.