Icing on the cake: He asked Management to send us a printer from another location and was denied because no-one company-wide has a "personal" printer.
So now he can't even use his company card to get one, because he tipped his hand. He he just gone and bought one, he'd have one and they'd have been disappointed, but life would have continued. Now? Too bad, so sad.
Three months on, and my boss is still obsessed with the printer that I "stole" from him because I can't do my job without a scanner.
"You have a company card," he tells me, "You could have just gone and bought another printer."
Except that I can't leave the office if no-one else is here, and his attendance was ... spotty at best.
Also: He also has a company card with a much higher limit that he could have used to get himself a printer. And he didn't.
Update: Managed to put half of it down and nothing broke!
(Car was in the shop. Symptoms matched an issue we had a year ago that cost us $7k. This problem was minor and warranty-covered)
We had a dusting of snow last night, but are expected to get hit pretty good this evening. As in "3+ inches where I live," which is near-apocalyptic levels of snow for the Seattle area.
If it gets bad here at the office, I'm going to close early. My priorities here at work are safety > customers > everything else.
I've worn contacts off-and-on for more than 20 years, BTW. I know better, and I've never done this before.
Last night, I fell asleep without taking my contact lenses out.
Today, I don't know if I have a lens in my right eye or not, so we're running to the optometrist after work so they can look to see if the lens is there or not - or if my eye is damaged or not from all
Been a long morning. Going to be a long afternoon.
On 1/21/17, we bid farewell to Ramses aka The Damncat. He'd been a part of my life since 1999, and accepting the vet's recommendation was one of the hardest things I have ever done.
There's not a day goes by where I don't see him out of the corner of my eye. I still walk in the front door and immediately look up to his usual perch.
He was not a good cat. He was dangerous and unpredictable. But he loved us, and we loved him, and that's what mattered most.
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