I know this is supposed to be comical with a bit of truth sprinkled in, but my wife sent me a meme awhile ago that cuts to the chase in a bit of a darker tone and is essentially "Being an adult is saying 'Next week should be slower' over and over until you die." I think about that a lot in this corporate rat race I'm stuck in.
Thank you for this ready for me in my inbox first thing on this mid-August Monday morning. Punctual existential dread is important. I hear Cleveland is good for that as well.
Really hoping that having a toddler AND an infant will allow us to play the trump card during the holiday season and get out of at least 5 typical obligations.
Based on my sibling's experience, you'd think it would be the get out of jail free card, but it turns out there are people who feel inconvenienced that "no, we're not putting a toddler and a month old infant on an airplane during COVID times" while they loudly proclaim how they have jobs, as though my sibling and his spouse do not.
It didn't seem to work too well the first time, but then again, we weren't as motivated to stay put as we will almost certainly be made to be this year.
Seriously. This week will be a blur trying to get all the work purp sorted before vacation and figuring out how to stuff two carloads of gear -- plus the dog crates -- into one car. (Glares at Mrs DG.) But then next week should be relaxing, except for all the deferred maintenance that needs to be done at the other place since nobody was there last year. But maybe the second week . . . And then that post-Labor Day period after not being in the office for two weeks. Ummmm, yeah.
Actually, come to think of it, things might really settle down after my mandatory retirement date from Da Firm. Let me check the calendar on that. Furk.
> Hmph. Texas and Oklahoma don’t get full SEC membership until 2025, pending a settlement in the meantime. Things’ll be easier once we don’t have that uncertainty looming over us. Y’know, as a society. It’s just a lot.
Once upon a time, I had a commemorative mug for Queen Elizabeth's silver jubilee as issued to all the students at the British School in the Netherlands in 1977. I'm old, but that bish is older is what I'm saying.
Adulthood is just living in the Futurama episode where they screw with the time particles for Space Jam reasons.
[blink] hey where’d this week go [blink] hey what happened to august [blink] 2022? [blink] why is my daughter in college [blink] at least she’s marrying a nice g- [blink] oooh grandk- [blink] sup st. pete
Somewhat related, I got a new job. Can I get a hell yeah in the chat?
Oh hell yeah, congratulations!
/victory horn
OH HELL YA BABAYYY!!!!!
WUTANG
GET THAT PAPER
I know this is supposed to be comical with a bit of truth sprinkled in, but my wife sent me a meme awhile ago that cuts to the chase in a bit of a darker tone and is essentially "Being an adult is saying 'Next week should be slower' over and over until you die." I think about that a lot in this corporate rat race I'm stuck in.
Thank you for this ready for me in my inbox first thing on this mid-August Monday morning. Punctual existential dread is important. I hear Cleveland is good for that as well.
Really hoping that having a toddler AND an infant will allow us to play the trump card during the holiday season and get out of at least 5 typical obligations.
Infant is one of the few get-out-of-anything cards. It's one of the only short-term advantages of having one, IMO.
Based on my sibling's experience, you'd think it would be the get out of jail free card, but it turns out there are people who feel inconvenienced that "no, we're not putting a toddler and a month old infant on an airplane during COVID times" while they loudly proclaim how they have jobs, as though my sibling and his spouse do not.
It didn't seem to work too well the first time, but then again, we weren't as motivated to stay put as we will almost certainly be made to be this year.
Seriously. This week will be a blur trying to get all the work purp sorted before vacation and figuring out how to stuff two carloads of gear -- plus the dog crates -- into one car. (Glares at Mrs DG.) But then next week should be relaxing, except for all the deferred maintenance that needs to be done at the other place since nobody was there last year. But maybe the second week . . . And then that post-Labor Day period after not being in the office for two weeks. Ummmm, yeah.
Actually, come to think of it, things might really settle down after my mandatory retirement date from Da Firm. Let me check the calendar on that. Furk.
"It’s important for kids to learn about Cleveland." is the perfect, Simpson-ian line that'll make me laugh before I've had my coffee.
> Hmph. Texas and Oklahoma don’t get full SEC membership until 2025, pending a settlement in the meantime. Things’ll be easier once we don’t have that uncertainty looming over us. Y’know, as a society. It’s just a lot.
I think you meant "It just means more."
Once upon a time, I had a commemorative mug for Queen Elizabeth's silver jubilee as issued to all the students at the British School in the Netherlands in 1977. I'm old, but that bish is older is what I'm saying.
Adulthood is just living in the Futurama episode where they screw with the time particles for Space Jam reasons.
[blink] hey where’d this week go [blink] hey what happened to august [blink] 2022? [blink] why is my daughter in college [blink] at least she’s marrying a nice g- [blink] oooh grandk- [blink] sup st. pete