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Thoughts, and a cat in a bag

So it's been a while since I blogged, O readers. I suppose I really should toss another entry onto the old Anne's Randomness, if only to ensure that January of 2016 doesn't pass without a few words from me. Hey look, an entry! And it has words in it! Well, that wraps that up. I'm done, O readers, th-th-th-that's all folks, see you next time...

No, I'm kidding. There's going to be more than that. And given that it's Wednesday, there really should be a rant on the subject of Why Do I Work Here. However, given that I am dictating rather than typing this blog entry, and given that my workspace for today includes such amenities as a private bathroom and a cat in a bag, this is really more of a Why I Do Work Here Wednesday. (And if that's not interesting to you, here's a cat in a bag anyway. It's Hutch, if you're curious.)

Hutch-cat in a bag
That's right, I'm working from home again today. Granted, I'm doing so mainly because going into work feels like being assaulted by florescent lights, but it's still being permitted by an awesome and very understanding manager. He's under no obligation to do this kind of thing for me. There's even a possibility that it might get him into a certain amount of trouble, since we haven't, strictly speaking, jumped through all the paperwork hoops that Glass Bathroom Bank requires for a situation like mine. But I'm logging my eight hours a day of work time, I'm making myself available at all times while I work from home, and I've even got hold of software that allows me to send faxes through my email. So one of the major things that I had to be in the office to do, sending faxes to finish expense reports and invoices, can now be done remotely.

In other news, if you didn't see it on Facebook, last night I took the online test for Jeopardy! This is the first step towards possibly being a contestant on the program. I've done it twice before, and have scored well enough that I was invited to the in-person auditions both times. This should not surprise anyone who knows me, as I am what my father calls a "garbagehead", meaning that I hold on to all kinds of ridiculous and useless trivia, often in preference to anything actually relevant to the subject at hand. It used to annoy my teachers no end, because I wouldn't remember the important dates and names but I could recite back almost verbatim the silly little details about their lessons.

The first audition was extremely convenient for me because Pittsburgh was one of the audition cities that year, so I came in early to work, worked through my lunch, and got a full day in before I had to trot my little self down the street to the hotel where auditions were being held. The second time, auditions were in Cleveland, so I did have to take a day off work, but only one. That time, too, was relatively stress-free, if you don't count getting lost three times trying to get back onto the highway to go home. (And they say Pittsburgh roads are badly marked...)

This year, unless there's a change at the last minute, the best audition city for me would be Washington DC. That's going to be a little more difficult to manage, and will probably require me taking two days off work instead of one, always assuming I get through again. Here's hoping. A nice little two-day vacation, complete with the excitement of my third in-person audition for my favorite game show, might be just the thing to turn around my current emotional slump.

I haven't talked a lot about the way I'm feeling lately, if only because I'm getting sick of it myself. I'm due to start a different medication in a couple of days, since one of the ones I was taking caused me annoying side effects (fatigue, lightheadedness, and shortness of breath when I did anything so vigorous as climb a single flight of stairs) before it even got to a therapeutic level in my bloodstream. We'll see if the new one works any differently.

There's not much more to report. My youngest brother, whom longtime readers may know as Mr. Latvian Door, the teenage super-spy, was stuck on that mess on the Pennsylvania Turnpike over the weekend, coming back from a trip to Washington DC with a bunch of kids from some local high schools. They survived it with no particularly horrible effects, as far as I'm aware. I'm slowly piecing together my tax return, and grumbling under my breath about why I have to be all honest and stuff, though lying (omitting the income I made from book sales and Patreon pledges) would only get me a little more money, and could easily get me in a whole lot of trouble. And my refrigerator is very full of food, which I suppose is better than the alternative. Otherwise, life is just life.

So, if you will excuse me, I'll get back to it now. Answering emails while petting cats. It could always be worse.

Will there be a Fiction Friday post this week? Who knows? I certainly don't, not yet. We'll have to wait and see.

3 Comments to Thoughts, and a cat in a bag:

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NotACat on Wednesday, January 27, 2016 6:41 PM
Some of us are always interested in a cat, bag or not. Is Hutch the actual cat in question or simply a helpful stand-in? Good to hear that at least one other person at GBB seems to have a functional heart and soul: let's hope neither of you gets into trouble!
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lilyginnyrose on Thursday, January 28, 2016 12:12 PM
it's so cool that you're auditioning for jeopardy. It's not a shown in the netherlands, but I look it up when I can and it's such a awesome show!
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greatlakesmolly on Thursday, January 28, 2016 4:47 PM
Welcome back! Your blog warms up my chilly day (we get long, snowy winters up here by the Great Lakes). I only wish cats were as portable as your picture would imply. I am hoping for a story tomorrow -- about cats, dogs, whatever comes out of your imagination.
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