Well, I managed to clean myself into a fibro fit last night. I came home, Chuck promptly left for his martial arts class and took Vivi to her babysitter and I cleaned like a mad woman.
The result? I'm home today, hurting like hell.
Yesterday at work was pretty interesting, though. One of the managers (the one who pushed the panic buttons to 'see what they sounded like') tried to get me fired for browsing X-Project
on my lunch. At first he thought it was facebook. I explained that no, it is not face book. It's like a writing message board. The thing is he didn't come over and ask quietly, he stood about four feet from my desk and loudly said, "WHY JO, I HOPE THAT ISN'T FACE BOOK!" and everyone turned and looked.
I looked back at him and calmly explained, "No, it's a writing group and message board. Mark," my immediate supervisor, "has already cleared it."
"WELL I DON'T THINK THAT'S OKAY!" he said, and ran off to check with Mark as I was just there headdesking and work!Will reminded me that Martin (or Marteeeeeeeeeeeeen as he likes to be called - I don't think he has a right to be that as he has no accent mark and is NOT Mexican, but Danish/German/American Mutt) is a few cards short of a hand.
About five minutes later (and I could hear Mark ripping him a new one for these five minutes) he comes over, stands right next to me and quietly apologizes.
I was so tempted to go, "WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" But I really don't think it was worth it.
But work was hell yesterday. And I'm ouching bad now.