Just one week of working from home and I’m so disheveled that I look like the homeless alcoholic you see panhandling at the end of a freeway exit ramp.
Why do all my nicknames/pet names for my cats involve poop? Last one I called my poopybutt, and this one is poopins/poopinstein.
After an unpaid leave of absence, today's my first day of working from home and I feel like a kid on their very first day of school. I loved not being at work but it turns out I really don't like being forced not to do my job.
I miss fast food and anything from shops and eateries, not the same always eating at home. I think I've already lost several pounds from eating so much less. Especially miss Starbucks, been 2 weeks since my regular shut. I worry for the staff since my regular store is a cinema concession - who knows when that will open again. On a positive, it seems like the daily death rate here in the UK is now reducing, I reckon that the lockdown is successful as the curve is beginning to flatten. Definitely a good sign and maybe could reduce the length of lockdown? (Maybe a bit optimistic there). All of this conveniently ignored by the media (I am really fed up with the British media). Thinking that after this lockdown, social distancing is the way to go until the vaccine is developed. We should still have cinemas, pubs, nightclubs, gyms, restaurants, cafes etc, just limit the number of people allowed in and ensure people are keeping a sufficient distance from each other. Perhaps have things like football games playing without a crowd and live TV without an audience?
I don't have the patience to deal with long queues to get in somewhere nor do I enjoy being stared at by security guards to ensure I'm keeping enough of a distance so I think I'm going to avoid supermarkets as much as possible for a bit.
Sometimes I wonder how people can get so irrationally angry that they can’t listen to others. I also wonder if I’ve ever done this or ever will.
Going into a second session of therapy soon. It's going to be held through phone calls. This is actually easier for me since I don't have to talk face to face. I'll try to give my therapist give my symptoms as best as I can, since he'll be missing out some nonverbal cues to figure things out.....
Long queues is something I have been thinking about. Where I'm at, supermarkets have become much more vigilant with social distancing measures. I'm glad to see them (finally) in place but it can make for a long wait.
Literally all the news is is just coronavirus this, coronavirus that. The only break in it is the weather. I'm just sick of hearing about it.
I call my cat fusspot as a nickname. A term of endearment since I am also somewhat of a fusspot myself. Floof and 'dorable are also used to refer to her.
These "student advisors/advisors of studies" at university who seem to be the ones that approve your curriculum are doing my head in. They must be total fools if they can't differentiate between 100 and 120 credits. One person says I can only study 2 subjects, the other says I can take an extra class to fill up the 120 credits. The staff are also kinda brusque if you dare point out the blatant contradictory info (60+40=100 not 120 I think it's gonna take a miracle to graduate from this place since my heart isn't in the subjects and I have issues with several people there. Would honestly love to switch university and course - I do think I need to give uni another roll of the dice before I rule it out completely but I'm almost certain that this uni isn't the right one.
It seems to work better when people completely ignore everything their advisor says and just find the information themselves in course catalogs, websites etc. I have never once met a competent advisor in any subject. They're trained to direct you on a very specific path, and if any deviation from that path happens, they suddenly have no idea what to do. Premedical advisers in particular are useless, if not harmful, and famously are known to give people blatantly wrong information they could have found in a 30 second google search. When my university forced me to meet with an advisor, it was never them advising me. I'd bring proof from the internet of why what I wanted to do would work and was within all of their rules, tell them what I needed them to sign, and then left. It worked much better for both of us that way. They didn't have to pretend to know what they were doing, and I didn't have to pretend to care about doing what they said.