Stupid fvckin office that doesn't let you remote in from your laptop while accessing the wifi on the grass outside the building.

It takes a special kind of grouchy for a brownie to fail to fix it.

I actually like this weather. Spring is always my favorite season. The flowers are beautiful the look so vibrant when it is overcast.

It's a bit muggy for me though and it reminds me that HOT is approaching. That does NOT make he happy. I really hate hot.

I took a break from stuff and sat outside in the new teak stemer lounge chair in the backyard. It was a lovely moment but I had to get back to work. That's why I'm posting here. ;)

It's been a very long, frustrating day. Not as bad as Sam the McMan, but annoying.

Dimwit in Engineering: "The Office of Research promised matching funds for our telescope and we received the federal funding and we've picked out our telescope so tell me what budget number to charge it to and who can sign."

Me: "(sigh). As the award letter stated, these funds are collected through the budget office. Please contact Janis Campbell in the budget office and reference award number 260-something or other."

Dimwit: "I want to know the budget number to charge the expense."

Me: "That is not how these funds are dispersed. [because giving dimwits like you the budget number for the 7.3M matching fund isn't a wise idea] Please contact Janis in the budget office who will help you transfer the funds to one of your own budgets."

Dimwit: "Okay, but I want to order the telescope and I need a budget number. The Vice Provost promised these funds last year. Give me the budget number."

Me: [beats head on desk.]

Turned in my final and was looking forward to coming home, slipping into my jammies, and beginning my vacation.

And while I was gone today one of the cats threw up all over my jammies.

:mad:

It was Boris.

I didn't see it, but Sasha's the resident purger.

Boris is ours. He's bulimic, actually. Or part goldfish- I can't decide.

Oh duh. Your Boris.

My Boris doesn't like to throw up. He makes the hurking noise a few times, big swallow, and walks away. When he does throw up, it's usually Sasha hair.

No, you were right the first time- I know it wasn't my Boris, because he's been here working on furball production. I just figured that your Boris probably did it, because around here it's always Boris who barfs.

Now, Natasha, his sis, peed on everything. And I mean everything.

KA-Freakin'-BOOM!

Not a good day to dump on the ol' Cricketmeister... Bad day if you're his immediate supervisor. Feedback is your gift to enjoy over the weekend...

:mad: :evil:

Workers Crickets of America, throw off your chains!