Archive for the 'Whingeing' Category



Cold, soggy tacos

Published on 27 March 2006

Today’s leftover lunch sort of describes my worldview lately, and I’m having a tough time figuring out why — despite delightful lifts hanging out with Janet while she was in town, or having dinner with the stars of the T&E Show, or random time spent with my boy — I feel so lousy for the […]


Nobody likes a whiner

Published on 23 February 2006

But really, y’all, I don’t see how in any remotely just universe I could be sick AGAIN. I hadn’t even gotten rid of the cough that’s been my closest companion since January, but I knew the signs weren’t good Monday night, when I crawled under the duvet and couldn’t get warm while little gnomes drove […]


What’s the fun of taking a sick day if you can’t even enjoy it?

Published on 19 January 2006

Flu shot, shmu shmot. I haven’t felt this lousy in ages. My hair hurts. And I can’t stop worrying about all the things I’m not getting done at work, which are bound to ambush me when I get back.
Any recommendations for nostrums, palliatives, or theriaca (beyond rest, ibuprofin, and fluids) are most welcome.


This is why I don’t play the lottery

Published on 14 November 2005

I took Veteran’s Day off as my floating holiday, and when I got to the office this morning I had a from Quiznos Sub [sic] telling me that my business card had been drawn from the fishbowl and I could claim my free lunch tomorrow. Of course, I’ll be working off-site all day tomorrow and […]


Hell, heck, and hashbrowns

Published on 11 August 2005

I’ve had off-and-on insomnia for the past several weeks, the kind where I wake up at 4:00 or 4:30 and can’t fall back asleep. It’s all my stupid brain’s fault. It won’t quit mulling over stuff I need to do for work, fretting about my parents’ health (or lack thereof), reminding me of errands and […]