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Four-Day Weekend

So, according to our boss, we can take our sick/personal days off as “mental health days” if we so choose.

Today, however, I called off for a “menstrual health day.”

OMG. I’ve never had to call off work because of cramps before. When I woke up at 7am this morning, I’d slept for maybe three or four hours, thanks to wracking fists of death in my girlie parts. I was exhausted and still in pain and ended up leaving a voicemail for my boss saying I wouldn’t be in today.

I then proceeded to sleep off and on until 1:00pm. Took some Midol, ate some lunch. I feel *much* better now.

So, I didn’t diabolically plan to have a four-day weekend… but I’ve got one now. w00t?

memories

Random Memory Catalyst

I was over by the filing cabinets today, filing away some returned mail, when I heard an oddly familiar sound: a triple beep. I couldn?t think of where I?d heard it before, or what it was, until I saw one of the IT guys walk behind me. He was carrying a black UPS (Uninterrupted Power Supply), almost identical to the one we used in the RCC server room back in the day (except ours was beige. Beige was all the rage back in 1997).

Funny how a simple thing like hearing a UPS beep can make me reminiscent of my college days… back when I was a true computer geek.

ruminations

Carpe Diem, and All That Jazz

?I?m gonna phone everyone that I?ve known / Through the downs and the ups / And who I suspect have written me off / As an insensitive fuck / And say good luck / And goodbye…?

—Catherine Wheel

For the past couple of New Year?s Days, I?ve sent out e-mails to everyone I rarely touch base with. Old friends from high school, college, work, even elementary school.

This year, though, I didn?t.

Recent events (including my wedding) made me realize that, were I to e-mail all these friends and acquaintances to let them know how I?m doing, I would never really know whether it was appreciated. Half would never e-mail me back, some would respond with one ?thanks for the e-mail?things are the same as always with me? note, and only a very few would enter into a meaningful e-mail volley or start keeping in touch for real.

So, I decided to screw it this year. If they don?t care enough to e-mail *me* once in a while, I?ll be damned if I?m going to spend the time and effort to give them an update. Let them contact me for a change, if they give a rat?s @$$ about how I?m doing.

But, for once, a stupid forward actually made me stop and think:
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