The office has an aroma like a landfill this morning.
About 15 years ago when I started playing a 5 string bass, I didn't think much about the frequency range and what my audio gear could handle. Now that I'm older and wiser, I understand what I'm hearing in response to what I'm playing, and I can hear how things just can't handle that range below 38Hz. Ugh.
Notes is garbage.
People who slam toilet lids.
I have been too busy to Grump lately.
Fasting labs and the doctor is late. 45 minutes late so far.
There's a stupid fly buzzing my desk.
Grump sharing links don't work on a mobile device.
Password change day.
Tuesday: The new Monday.
Relying on product specifications. Especially when it involves a 133 pound television.
Globus sensation.
Upper respiratory illness.
Acne on my scalp.
The irrational and uncontainable distrust of contractors.
I should really be in bed right now.
Snow.
I was put down as a required participant on a meeting at 8:30. I got the web conference info, and the invite said to dial in, but i could not dial in because there was no phone info.
It still smells like fish in the office.
Someone nearby had fish for lunch.
I just tried to take a drink of my Dr Pepper, and nothing was coming out. I looked down and realized I forgot to open the can.
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The names of values greater than tertiary.
I just moved a bunch of messages in Verse. Instead of moving them, it just added the target folder to the list of folders the messages were in, retaining the original folder.
I am quadruple booked, even though I already had confirmed things on the calendar.
Just as I was getting up to go use the restroom, I got an important phone call. That call then expanded to include my boss and got even more importanter, but ended with a mandatory action for me: Call this other person and get a status update. So I called the other person and they said "let me call you right back". It's been 20 minutes, I still need to urinate, and they've not called.
I am crashing. Hard.
Comcast.
Earwax.
Beer-induced heartburn.