Random Crumbug Thoughts

When I logged in to wordpress tonight, it helpfully told me that 48 million words had been blogged on their site so far today, in 285,000 posts. At that rate, somewhere in the blogosphere (I hate that word) the complete works of Shakespeare are floating around, disguised by out-of-focus pictures of housecats and a collective recording of the fact that everyone went to work today, where their lives were made miserable by that one coworker that’s out to get them out of sheer spite. I hate that guy.

Two day’s before the deadline on a huge project for work, I get sick. I blame Megan, also sick, mainly because she is the most conveniently located to offer sympathy, and really easy to get on a guilt trip.  More hot tea with honey, please.

The previously referenced deadline has ruined the fun of being sick for me. If I’m going to use up a personal day, it needs to be spent on the couch watching bonding with the tv and eating crackers, not stuck in my home office banging away at a keyboard (except the brief breaks to watch Home Alone, Shrek, The Simpsons, Family Guy, Three and a Half Men, Charlie Brown Christmas, etc). Either way, today will be counted as “working from home” on my timesheet.

I not actually going to be cheating my company, since I’ll be working late tonight once I finally get some data from a collegue of mine who’s auditioning for the coveted role of “coworker out to get me”. Seriously, in the last 24 hours before a deadline, mid-afternoon and ten pm are not the same time.

Everybody Loves Raymond really isn’t that funny when Ray’s parents aren’t on screen.

Everyone has different reactions to being sick. I tend to like to be left alone and ignore the world for a few days. Megan likes to play “hide the used tissue” in couch cushions,  between bedsheets, under pillows, etc. The only thing worse than waking up to a wad of used tissue stuck to your neck is waking up to a wad of someone else’s used tissue….