Hi, friends! It’s Thursday night, it’s almost the weekend. I cannot wait.
This week at work has been miserable and I’ve also been fighting with coworkers to be basic, functional adults.
When I say basic adulting, earlier this week someone spilled their cup of water and decided to put the wet floor cones by the puddle.
Instead of cleaning up the puddle.
Despite being near a break room with napkins.
Or even going to the bathroom and getting the flimsy paper towels for drying one’s hands.
I understand some people don’t know how to contact facilities to request someone bring a cleaning cart for a major spill, but a puddle of water? We can manage that ourselves, right? Right???
My brain survived two mock exams on psyche courtesy of ChatGPT. I did not do well with remembering all the bits about the human brain on both.
Brain? What is brain?
Brains are electrified goop and I have no clue how mine works.
Just left the university library after studying psych for 9 hours with only small bathroom breaks and 1/2 a meatball sub for lunch.
I am mildly annoyed that I could have used an extra week or two to study in this course as opposed to Chem where I am going into the exam with a C+ and if I do decently I will probably get my best 1st year grade ever. I have two weeks to prep for that exam.
Well, I tried to make the best of what I had at least. I made a post the other day on an industry-adjacent Slack channel that was like a more socially acceptable version of Fuck It Friday – basically about how ass-backwards it seems to get a request to edit an AI-rendered “translation” but have to spend most of the effort on correcting the lengthy string of text that comes near the end of the document and essentially repeats it all over again. When I read it back over, it seemed rather reasonable and well-composed, so I added an introduction about losing my job and keeping my head above water thanks to the money from all those kinds of projects that I did a couple of years ago, edited the thing a bit to fall just short of the 3000-character limit and then posted the thing on LinkedIn. It gained a bit of a traction in some different spots around the world, plus some new followers for me as well, before it fell off again.
Then today, I was slated to interpret for a two-day divorce trial that I found out was postponed while I was at the MetroLink station, so I scheduled an interview with another company that got back to me about doing gig work. The interview itself was pretty much a formality, though. The harder will probably be getting all the fucking vaccines that they want me to have.
Oh, and I logged in to the Department of Labor’s unemployment site and found out that my claim for this past week was denied because I accidentally clicked “No” on the question of whether I was physically able to work last week, so I’ll probably have to appeal that if I want the 20 bucks or so that I was still eligible to receive despite the work I did.
Well, if you need a vaccine for covid, flu, MMR, shingles, HPV, hep B, meningitis, polio, monkeypox, RSV, pneumonia, TDAP, or chickenpox, I’d recommend CVS.
That’s what I was thinking because I need proof of most of that shit and don’t have it.
I’ve gone through Walgreens and done fine, although they act like a doctor’s office and make you set up an appointment so that the appointment can start and end later than scheduled. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯