how fucked up is this

After doing yet another ETA I've decided to insert some cuts so as to save your poor f-lists.

( worker's comp case )

In completely unrelated news, I bought a notebook filler for a small ringbinder that I had, but found that it was too small.  Next size ringbinder down.  Then I thought, oh, those littler ones fit in my pocket.  I'll get one for work and then I can use the filler paper I bought by accident and get rid of the endless little books I have to keep replacing and the pages fall out of. 

The refill doesn't fit in the new book.  It's the right size, but the holes were punched a little too high and the bottom corner rubs on the release catch. 

But here's the really fucked up part:  This irritates me possibly more than the messed up p.t. bill.  I'm going to take that refill with me to work right now and use the paper-cutter there to shorten all the pages. 

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ETA: inscrutable's current events commentaries - a marvel of brevity.

( later same day update on worker's comp case )

( reading Fortress of Solitude )

I should try to hold onto some things...

The whole team dancing around each other in the kitchen all trying to do everything at once in the pathetic half hour we get. Tinkerbell played keepaway with my cup, which she accomplished by blocking, because, though powerfully built, she's shorter than me.  Someone voiced the familiar old complaint that it didn't make sense to send six or eight people on break at the same time when there are only two microwaves and someone else said that was one of the ways in which we were all bonded and got close.