FB has now been caught in the web of internet filtering and can no longer be accessed 
I must now resort to my mobile to inform the world of what I’m doing at any given time.
Granted, it really doesn’t matter if people know my status in a small slice of community… but was fun to view the happenings of people periodically through out the day in order to keep my sanity.
It doesn’t matter, most of my friends on there can SEE my status by looking up. The rest… if it’s important, I’d let them know. Other than that… most people on there are collectors of people and don’t care what I’m doing. The other person on FB who I find interesting… I can’t add or talk to *sigh* so he has no clue what I’m up to anyway.
On to the next thing… I spilled coffee all over myself and my desk an hour ago. The stench is driving me crazy, my leg is burnt and my headphones are so bad that if I listen to music today it’ll be as if I were being given constant wet willy’s. I smell like rancid coffee and I can’t get home until this afternoon. RIGHT IN MY LAP!!!!! UGH! And then of course the rest of it spilled on my desk where shockingly it didn’t destroy my phone that was charging or my keyboard or computer although it touched all of that. I’m still finding pools of coffee
I’m grumpy and snarling and snappy- and not snappy in the upbeat way.
Yes. I’m very grumpy so I won’t write any more until after I’ve had a nice long shower and fresh clothing that isn’t drenched in rancid horrible office coffee. Thank goodness I drink mine black, right?
Current Mood:
UPSET!!!
Try this interesting experience which I’ve had a couple of times: Use a soldering iron which somebody has loosened the tip on, then watch as the 700-degree tip flies off, makes a nice rainbow arc, and lands in your lap.
I am a solder crotch. (It sounds like something there needs to be a 12-step program for.)
I hope the fabric is thick! OUCH!!!!
It does! The coffee crotch sound horrible too… but omg I just want to jump in a sudsy washer when I get home- which will be shortly. It’s just having rancid coffee smelling clothes and not being able to do anything about it. I’m SO glad I wore a black skirt today!
Fortunately, the solder tips are small, and you get used to being burned after a while. (But not there!) I’m sure that your coffee burn is a lot more unpleasant than my solder burns ever were.
Well the smell is what’s bothering me more than everything. I’m paranoid.