Whole lotta nothin’
I don’t even want to talk about how many hours I was not at work between yesterday and today (hint: not many), but damn, I’m tired. I am trying to just do two last projects before calling it a day, but it’s gonna be rough. (And we’re not talking about exactly what kind of day we’re going to call it!)
In better news (I guess), they changed the dress code to biz casual. But still no jeans, not even on Fridays. And I own exactly two pairs of casual pants, so I will probably be wearing suits till the end of time just cuz I HAVE them. In sum, to quote a colleague, men don’t have to wear ties anymore, and the women get to watch them not wearing ties. How exciting is that?!?! 🙂
In any event, nothing else to type today. Back on the apartment-hunting bandwagon this weekend. I think I have a ridiculously easy solution to all of this, one so obvious I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. And no, it doesn’t involve moving into the office, although that wouldn’t be the least-appropriate option in all of this! (“Sunny came home with a mission. …”)
After my whole three hours of sleep last night this morning, I decided to, uh, get happy. (My metaphor for breaking out the heavy machinery. *cough*) I think I sprained something. It’s pretty bad when I can’t walk after getting some … from myself.
*bonk*
*snooze*