Addendum to the Stupid
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Oh, and Michael needs to die. I got an email from an author who says he sent in a revised paper in early February - during my birthday week off, no less - after I told said author that he needed to get his paper under 3000 words in late January. Michael was covering my email during the period I was away, and told him that the paper had been received; nothing to worry about. However, the paper never came within ten yards of me, and isn't on the system at all. So he lost the fucking paper and now I have to apologise to the author for 'administration errors' (which is usually code for 'I screwed up').
In this sort of situation, on this sort of day, normally I would basically jump up and down screaming "I need comfort food; spirit me away to where there is tempura!". However, even if we went I probably wouldn't enjoy it very much because my appetite is still screwed and I'm still dealing with the nausea and cramps every time I eat anything. So frankly I'm better off sticking with leftovers and ravioli out of a tin. At least I won't feel miserable about not enjoying the whole eating thing very much. Besides, the dupiaza from the other night needs finishing. And there could possibly be salmon sashimi over the weekend; that might help...
*sigh* Roll on October. I've basically decided to take a trip out to the American midwest in a couple of months (I can say this now, having cleared it with
dodgyhoodoo, who kind of figured I'd be doing something like this; isn't it nice how well he knows me?). Plane fare shouldn't be so bad, I get to meet
darkdanc3r and
ilyena_sylph, and possibly see some old Daria fans in Wisconsin and Detroit, and definitely stop by on my way home and see
leopard_lady. I just hope they lift this stupid restriction on what you can take on an airplane before I go. Otherwise I'm going to be ready to bludgeon someone to death by the time I deplane in St Louis.
In this sort of situation, on this sort of day, normally I would basically jump up and down screaming "I need comfort food; spirit me away to where there is tempura!". However, even if we went I probably wouldn't enjoy it very much because my appetite is still screwed and I'm still dealing with the nausea and cramps every time I eat anything. So frankly I'm better off sticking with leftovers and ravioli out of a tin. At least I won't feel miserable about not enjoying the whole eating thing very much. Besides, the dupiaza from the other night needs finishing. And there could possibly be salmon sashimi over the weekend; that might help...
*sigh* Roll on October. I've basically decided to take a trip out to the American midwest in a couple of months (I can say this now, having cleared it with
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