April 18th, 2005

cat_chicken

Monday.

Dear Boss of Me,

The aliens who abducted me last night are allowing me to write you this message to let you know that I will not be in today this week this month. I expect to be in good health on my return, always assuming that the probes are not fatal.

Can I consider this a paid leave of absence?

Yours,
Anna

***

Dear Boss of Me,

I'm enclosing a note from my mom excusing me from work this week. I haven't spoken to my mom in several years, so it was a surprise when she contacted me out of the blue requesting that I take this time off to rest and maybe do a little writing. I'm afraid I have to do as she says. She is my mom, you know.

I will try to remember to bring doughnuts for the team on my return.

Yours,
Anna

***

Dear Boss of Me,

I will not be returning to work, as Hollywood called and would like me to pen a few screenplays about manly love. There was also something about rocket launchers and a loyal dog, but I couldn't hear it all as there was some cell phone interference on the recorded message. The part about how they were offering me six million dollars was very clear though.

You may now consider me the Six-Million Dollar Woman. Ha ha ha.

Can you please pack and ship my posters and books to my home address? Thank you.

Yours,
Anna
elijah

Stargate recs etc.

I'm just going to prod people over to destina's journal (::shoving motions::), as in the last few days she's posted her own happy!horny! J/D story, Endurance, and some great recs too.

Also, what she said, which to refit to my own issues, is: I'm often tired and distracted and a touch crabby, but comments are cheering, even if I don't answer them. I always *want* to answer them, but don't always attain that goal. Just so you know, if you're a new reader or something. I actually wish that first-time comments by new readers were flagged in some way, because I'd make an extra effort to answer those. I imagine someone making a shy little mouse-peep of a comment, but I don't recognize it as such, and fail to answer it, and then someone gets very disappointed and retreats into lurkerdom and I've missed a chance to chat. Though admittedly even when someone says, "Coming out of lurker mode..." to comment, I often miss the boat there too. I've punished myself for these sins by wearing tight shoes today, and forgiven myself by taking them the hell off.

More on shoes later.
elijah

Monday, cont.

Someone on a list I'm on pointed out this Discover Magazine article about alternative vitamin therapy. I went and ordered a bottle of the supplements they were primarily talking about, from Truehope.com. I just took my first set of vitamins with lunch. I'm not someone who goes in for snake-oil promises, but the article was encouraging. I'm keen to see if this works as advertised and I get more energized. I need to. Despite working out and trying to get a few more rungs up via antidepressants, I am tired and unfocused. It worries me particularly as it relates to work, because I just can't concentrate during a time when I desperately need to prove myself, being in a new position under a new manager.

Days like this I need some benevolent deities to beseech.

ETA: When I initially posted the link to the Discover article, it showed the entire thing; now it only shows an abbreviated version. This is a full cached version of page one, at least. Grrhrrmph.