Serge made a stab at steak tartare yesterday. Georgie was highly interested in it. What you can't see in the picture is the almost whispered whimpering he was doing. If you couldn't see, you'd have thought he was in some kind of pain. I'm sure we shouldn't have been eating raw beef, but we did use filet mignon and washed it down with bacteria killing alcoholic beverages.
Today is my last day of the two week workathon. But I only have one day off before I work some more. The real light at the end of the tunnel (hey look another platititude) will be next weekend when we have three glorious days off in a row. I was talking with my colleague this week about the idiomatic expressions (like the afore light at the end of the tunnel) and how we were taught to never use those as it makes your writing hackneyed and banal. Yet now, we are explicitly training people to use them because people being tested for language skills have to demonstrate that they can know and use them. Sometimes this causes us trouble because we can't think them up on the spot. Mostly though, it's dirtying our otherwise clever dialogue and writing.
I'm sure there's more but my brain is fried. I know what burnout feels like cause this is it. I can play the role of a workaholic temporarily but it's really not in my DNA. Sorry for the unscintillatingness (a word unheard of until now on the internets) of it all. I'm sure mojo will be in the offing sometime in September.
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Well, I think that if there weren't a treadmill here at work and I didn't have time to run, I likely would have crashed and burned (idiomatically, of course) quite a while ago. Enjoy your day off tomorrow - I recommend blobbing as much as possible - and be sure to make the most of your three day weekend.
...and September is right around the corner!
This is why you always win at Scrabble, because you use words like "hackneyed" and "platitude" and I use words like "cat" and "dog" in the wrong spots.
I hope your hard work pays off and buys you some relaxation soon. We must have similar DNA...
A well deserved rest is indeed in the offing. Hang in there mister!
Jim
Oh, how well I know that pitiful whimpering! I think they teach it in puppy school.
my cats sit next to me like georgie whenever I make baked salmon. MINE, I tell them, ALL MINE!
and then they give me the big eyes "but mommy, we haven't eaten since 5p, it's now 6p and WE'RE HUNGRY!"
cry me a river, puddy tats!
I'm so looking forward to the three-day week-end too. I hope you get a good chance to relax.
Poor lil thing just wants some steak. They sure can look pathetic, huh? Hope you're enjoying your day off!
You, your guy, & your canine are just too cute & too fun to read about. I am so glad that I surfed on to your blog.
There's light at the end of the tunnel. You're almost there.
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