Fibonacci
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This is just one of those weeks.
Sunday was a good time. I finished all the Christmas presents and got them ready to ship off. That night I decided to make a bowl, just for fun. Almost all of my projects lately have been rushed to make some random deadline.
I get it about 1/2 done and my carbide cutter cracked and cut my arm. Oh well, it happens. It is frustrating, but not a big deal as far as things go; it is a $10 fix.
Then yesterday I get to work and find out that my project has been cancelled and I have two weeks to find a new one before I go on the unfunded list. Given that basically no one is working the next two weeks, I am basically SOL. It is unlikely that I will actually lose my job, but it does go against me in the record, so it is frustrating.
Finally, this morning my wife wakes me about 0600 telling me we need to go to the hospital. Long story short, we lost the new baby.
Oh yeah, and I am supposed to be teaching a class to 20 students for the rest of the week. Skipping that is going to be another black mark for the record.
Maybe we just need to stop trying to have kids around holidays. Our last miscarriage was on our anniversary. This one right before Christmas.
Sunday was a good time. I finished all the Christmas presents and got them ready to ship off. That night I decided to make a bowl, just for fun. Almost all of my projects lately have been rushed to make some random deadline.
I get it about 1/2 done and my carbide cutter cracked and cut my arm. Oh well, it happens. It is frustrating, but not a big deal as far as things go; it is a $10 fix.
Then yesterday I get to work and find out that my project has been cancelled and I have two weeks to find a new one before I go on the unfunded list. Given that basically no one is working the next two weeks, I am basically SOL. It is unlikely that I will actually lose my job, but it does go against me in the record, so it is frustrating.
Finally, this morning my wife wakes me about 0600 telling me we need to go to the hospital. Long story short, we lost the new baby.
Oh yeah, and I am supposed to be teaching a class to 20 students for the rest of the week. Skipping that is going to be another black mark for the record.
Maybe we just need to stop trying to have kids around holidays. Our last miscarriage was on our anniversary. This one right before Christmas.