In this post: Crappy crap, pickles & biscuits, poor Sam.
I have NOT had a terrific day. The crapola started before sun-up with a variety of body maintenance issues (see previous post) followed by seven consecutive hours of intense intestinal distress, several frantic trips down the hall and half a quart of Imodium. (If this is too much information for you, get over it.) By late afternoon I felt so lousy I couldn’t even face a can of Hormel tamales for dinner so I had pickles & biscuits instead. Stop laughing.
It’s 8:45 New Year’s Eve and Sam is still at the office. Exciting, right? He called about an hour ago to let me know he has to work tomorrow — he’s “on call” while everybody else in the department has a paid holiday — because a group of clients just decided to come in-house for a big project starting at 1 p.m. Unfortunately, this means Sam will get stuck working a 20-hour shift because the clients plan to stay until 6 a.m. on Thursday. Seriously, people, this kind of horseshit scares me to death. Sam may be a few years younger than I am, but he’s not a kid any more and these insane all-nighters are taking a huge toll. Oy, I hate hate HATE this.
Before I forget... please allow me to show off my latest collection of new fonts. You may recall that I initiated a moratorium a few months back after a couple of frustrating system software meltdowns, during which I suffered a stroke and wound up trashing several hundred corrupted font files. Recently I decided to test the waters a little by downloading a few new ones, and so far everything is perfectly swell. (Mazel tov if you recognize the Ziggurat font. I’m using it for the Howdygram’s new banner and sidebar titles.)