Hangnails are owwie
Sep. 6th, 2001 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpThat is my wisdom for the night. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't pick at my fingers like mad. Princess is going to totally fuss at me on Saturday, I just know it. Hee.
Speaking of, I got 'thinking of you' email. Which made me all fluttery. My goodness, I am such a dweeb sometimes. :)
Today was a good day at work. My usually vibrant client was sad today. He doesn't take change well, and our next session will be at our new building. But I think it went well. As usual, I had no idea what to do with my other client. Note to self: talk to supervisor. My usually resistant client a) seems to really be starting to like me and b) poured her guts out on my white board. Go me!
Did I mention I have hangnails and they are owwie? The one on my right thumb hurts muchly. Owwie ow ow. *tough grunt* Doesn't hurt much. Yeah.
Tomorrow is my day off, and then vacation. And I am nervous. You heard it here first, campers. Mark is sick (poor dear) and has his first day of his new job tomorrow. I hope he is all better in the morning! And he'd best not get me sick when I'm on vacation, or I'd have to be whiny and mean. I'm a terrible patient.
Enough of that. It's almost vacation time. I made my calls, got my paperwork done, have my schedule for next quarter, emailed the person I interviewed with about said schedule, paid my estimated taxes and phone bill, called the apartment complex, returned my library books, flirted with Christina (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kungfoogirl), and spent half the afternoon chatting with Mr. Jammies (dietbubba) and the Bink (binkiegirl). Life is good.
Did I mention that I'll be in NY on *Saturday*? Oh goth, I think I'm going to explode.
Speaking of, I got 'thinking of you' email. Which made me all fluttery. My goodness, I am such a dweeb sometimes. :)
Today was a good day at work. My usually vibrant client was sad today. He doesn't take change well, and our next session will be at our new building. But I think it went well. As usual, I had no idea what to do with my other client. Note to self: talk to supervisor. My usually resistant client a) seems to really be starting to like me and b) poured her guts out on my white board. Go me!
Did I mention I have hangnails and they are owwie? The one on my right thumb hurts muchly. Owwie ow ow. *tough grunt* Doesn't hurt much. Yeah.
Tomorrow is my day off, and then vacation. And I am nervous. You heard it here first, campers. Mark is sick (poor dear) and has his first day of his new job tomorrow. I hope he is all better in the morning! And he'd best not get me sick when I'm on vacation, or I'd have to be whiny and mean. I'm a terrible patient.
Enough of that. It's almost vacation time. I made my calls, got my paperwork done, have my schedule for next quarter, emailed the person I interviewed with about said schedule, paid my estimated taxes and phone bill, called the apartment complex, returned my library books, flirted with Christina (
kungfoogirl), and spent half the afternoon chatting with Mr. Jammies (dietbubba) and the Bink (binkiegirl). Life is good.Did I mention that I'll be in NY on *Saturday*? Oh goth, I think I'm going to explode.
