correctiing mistkates!

God help me.

...that might be more impactful if I weren't agnostic, huh?

I have the hiccups, and I have to correct the same data that I have been correcting since Friday, off-and-on.  Kill me now.  What's more, I actually was asked on Friday (or told, rather) by one of my advisor's lab's undergrads if/that I was an undgergrad, as in, 'well, you're an undergrad too... [pause] ...right?'

I have yet to decide if my ego is happy about that one or not.  Looks-wise, yes; presence-wise, no.  Hmmm. 

Butsoanyway. 

So on Friday, I took on straightening out some 594-whittled-to-560-odd answers to this huge-assed survey, and...it's unbelievable, really.  My brain hurts.  I am trying to go back and un-do some fixes (done completely incorrectly by someone else), and then re-do the whole damned thing...and did I mention that I am doing all this primarily as a favour (well, ok...I am being paid, but...it's salaried, which means I *could* have said no, but did not because I have a steaming pile of crap between my ears)?  Then I went to Eviljob with a flat, and Saturday I bought new tires at the tiny quickee tire place (for way less than everyone else was quoting me), and raced (carefully) to Eviljob, stopping only to pick up this really yummy bagel sandwich thing, 'cos it has turkey, cucumber, bean sprouts (or alfalfa sprouts, I forget which is which -- the hairy kind, not the stringy kind), and a big ol' glob of heart-incapacitating cream cheese with veggies chopped up in there.  Food.  Yay. 

I am not being fed on a regular basis.  :-\  Does it show?

Butsoanyway.

So I put in time at Eviljob, and I guess it could have sucked worse...especially in light of the fact that it was getting me away from that god-awful spreadsheet that I should be working on right this second.  Then I headed home and...

I forgot.  'cos I also forgot something that happened at Eviljob, too.  At the time, I thought it was funny, is all I remember.  Anyway...

Oh!  I did just remember something else, though!  Because of my whacked-out schedule, I have turned over cat-feeding activities to Harry, and the cats LOVE him!  Me they hate and fear, him they adore so much that they LITERALLY wait for him and attack (nicely).  This world is so unfair.  Even MEHITABEL likes him.  Won't come near him, but seems to like him. 

Sigh.  It's ok -- I have four cats that adore me (Romeo maybe not so much, what with the watering and all).  Rhett Butler Kittypants tells me constantly that I am the best mom ever.  Then I ask him, 'compared to what, Rhett?', and he stares at me blankly for a minute, and then forgets, and goes back to saying, 'Mom, Mom, Mom...I love you Mom, you are the best mom ever, Mom!'

Oh!  I came home on Saturday, and then remembered that my father came back home from the cruise he and his wife went on, and so I drove to visit him, then I came home and did spreadsheet shite until about five a.m., and then slept through A Prairie Home Companion.  Grr.  And then today.  Yay. 

I had better get back to work, or I won't be able to justify going to trivia with Harry.  argh.

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