The Happiness Thread

To quote the letter I received: "I have decided that the appellant is substantially restricted in undertaking work which would otherwise be suitable with reference to her age, experience and qualifications in view of her current issues with mental health and her ongoing engagement with counselling and psychiatric services and such restrictions are expected to last for in excess of a year. "

I can get additional assistance with it, and I'm going to see my advocate at Citizen's Information tomorrow to get the ball rolling on all of that.

ETA: As a follow on from this, there will likely be extra FP happiness posts over the next few weeks/months...I hope.

 

This semester is almost over. I'm doing decent in math (which is my enemy), and I believe I have an A in every other subject. I started writing book two (second in what I plan to be a series now of my other book), but I'm not going all serious with it like I did in high school for the first one. If things work out (which I hope they will) I'll be a college junior next fall, when I should be a sophomore like everyone else I graduated with. I'm trying to graduate in three years while leaving a semester in that three years that I can take off to get an internship. I'm going to have more classes as a result for the next spring and summer semester, but it's worth it to me. Also, boyfriend has been much better to me for the past couple months (I've barely been on here since college started). I think he finally figured out that how he was treating me was wrong and I was about done with it.
But seriously, can't wait for break.

 

cheque please!

 

Less than 8 hours until my weekend starts!

 

Just wait thirty years. Then retire. When you're retired, your weekend starts Monday morning and lasts until you shuffle off this mortal coil. I'm 57, retired, and it's the weekend. It's always the weekend.

Sigh.

 

If you don't put that post into a book somewhere I'll personally come to your restaurant and order a steak well-done.

 

Seconded, 110%.

I've called someone a "waste of skin" to their face before, but damn "galactic waste of semen" is so much better. Bravo, @Homer Potvin !

 

12c and falling, it's tweed and cords weather!

 

Week ends is the single thing that makes me happy!

Working through your notice at a place where you feel less than welcome is... well, weekends are nice. We can keep it at that.

 

Retirement means you no longer look forward to most holiday weekends because that means offices are shut on the Monday. You don't give a hoot about the time off. First world problems. We are hard to please.

 

'I hate firing people. It's the worst part of my job. A lot of them can't help themselves: booze, drugs, trouble at home, wrong crowd, too impressionable... it sucks. I've cried with them or in private afterwards.'

'Mr Potvin?'

'Oh come in, Schmuckly. Don't mind Lenny and Frank. Take a seat.

As I was saying Every so often there's a little entitled punk-ass, shit-stain, fuck-wad, galactic waste of semen that makes me want to shine my shoes and trim my beard for the occasion. The look on their faces... the disbelief roiling into realization. The way their eyes blink as if they're expecting to wake from a dream. The way they look to the chefs and assistant managers in the room. And the way their pallor puddles at their ankles when they realize that help is not coming. There's a certain clarity to it: like the world stopped spinning for fifteen seconds because no manner of motion could stop this moment from happening.'

'Mr Potvin, if I can interrupt? About my bereavement afternoon, my attendance at the...'

'Your grandma, of course. As you were.'

 

Organised and cleaned my e-mail inbox today. Over 700 e-mails deleted, and a small number archived. My main inbox is down to just 8 e-mails and my two secondary inboxes are sitting at ~10 each!

 

Think I've finally cracked it. Job done.

 

And this is when you discover a couple you should have kept! If you're anything like me.

 

Well, I did accidentally remove a message my supervisor sent yesterday, which contained important information about how I am to continue with my research project...

 

Ouchy career move!

 

Well, he offered me a paid position as his research assistant during a meeting a few hours later.

(For later, when I'm not writing a thesis and he has the funds for it, assuming he manages to get funds.)

 

Now why does that make me think of you?

 

Oh, dear. Yep, it always happens. However, I always also maintain that it's easier to work around an unintentional throwaway than it is to live with mountains of clutter. I'm sure your supervisor will re-send the stuff, if you explain ...or maybe just say your computer 'lost it.' Lie like a rug, in other words....

 

It took me way too long to get this. I'm staring at it wondering why it's funny...then *smack* it hits me....de-liver...groan.
I am not awake yet.

 

It's 3:25 pm here and I'm not awake yet either!

 

I asked him to resend it. Considering how erratic and chaotic his mind is I can only assume he's done the same, a lot.

 

Good people do good things
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