You Know, Like, Philosophically Far Away

While I may be skilled at setting arbitrary deadlines, apparently as I enter my 35th year of life, I am still as suckass as ever at actually meeting them. Somewhere in the blur that was yesterday, following not enough sleep, a frustrating, overlong commute and a series of people Up In My Business all day, I decided that getting to 1,000 posts by my birthday was not as important as saving my own sanity and going to bed by 9 pm, not to mention saving you all having to pore through 5 posts about really boring shit.

Besides, yesterday was Saint Aardvark’s birthday (he is STILL 2 years older than me, dammit. I am running as fast as I can!) and we had cake to eat after Trombone had gone to bed. 12 cupcakes, plus the cake I stayed up way too late for, plus the cake my mom made in a heart shape for us. (When I was a kid I always wanted a heart-shaped cake so one year she bought a pan and has been using the heck out of it ever since.)

There may be something to the whole “refined sugar makes you batshit insane” theory. (I am guessing this is a theory? It sounds like one.) Wee Trombone had barely a lick of icing off SA’s finger and spent the next hour being a royal pain in the ass. Granted, he had a cold over the weekend and mondays are tough all over.

So – no more chocolate icing for Trombone. Me, I can handle it. My gestational diabetes tests came back negative so I can eat all the chocolate I want and hang the expense.

Here’s something to consider if you live in British Columbia. I work in the regional office of a national corporation. Today, my poor, beleagured Co-worker A had the following conversation with someone at Headquarters, which is located in the wilds of the centre of Canada, after receiving a terribly marked-up copy of a document he had created. The HQ representative seemed to think the document was quite awful. Naturally, Co-worker A disagreed and I am firmly on his side.

Co-worker A: …okay so should I make the [ridiculous] edits to the document or will you do it?
HQ: Hmmmm, well… could you do it? I’ve already spent an hour working on these revisions
Co-worker A, incredulous because NO WAY IN HELL: …an hour?
HQ: Yeah, seems like I always have to re-do stuff we get from BC. I guess it’s because you’re so far away.

Discuss.