Inferno, indeed.

Today I tried on 'Inferno' because hey, the Hellcat/Hellfire stuff works pretty well on me. I did this, of course, without actually looking up what was on it (per my usual M.O. - tail end of the morning get-ready process, I grab an imp and put some on if the whiff from the bottle isn't too foul). Sniffing, it smelled fruity-ish, possibly like a tart candy. Couldn't smell much else, so hey.

I suddenly smell like those damned Red Hots candies. I feel like I'm 8 and begging Dad for a quarter at the corner liquor store to buy shitty candy. This is not a good feeling.

Aaaaaand suddenly my arm is burning. o.O:: BAD BPAL, BAD!! No cookie! ;_; I've never reacted to ANYTHING before - hair color, bleach on open wounds... nuthin'. This stuff? I had ugly red lines on my arm for a good half hour even after scrubbing it off with astringent and cold water. Bah.

Just looked it up, and am having a very 'DUH' moment right now: "The Dark Side of Fire: cinnamon, bitter almond, and neroli."

Cinnamon. Fuck.


Swap pile with the caveat swap-tor disclaimer: it may work on you, but it sure bothered the hell outta me, and thus you've been warned.

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Guh.

I'm supposed to go to May War over the weekend, but if things keep going at the rate they are, it's not going to happen. And I will be PISSED.

I've given more notice that I'm taking Friday off than most people do when they quit their jobs entirely. ONE DAY. I'm taking a longer Memorial Day weekend, that's IT.

Dear Supervisor,

When I send you an email on the 11th, and you reply to it, and your reply goes to the rest of the unit as well because we're going over my to-do list as Unit WorkerBee, and that reply has my original timeoff request, PLEASE don't pull the 'I didn't get that email and you shouldn't do things without notice!!1!eleventy' stunt two days before my vacation time off because I had the good sense to remind folks I would indeed be missing for a day (a day when half the unit leaves at eleven-thirty ANYWAY). I'm here EVERY DAY. ON TIME. If for some unforseen, godawful reason I'm running late, I make up that time; it's happened once. If I have to leave early, I let you know as early as possible. I've gone home sick ONCE, and I'd already put in 5 hours that day. I get things done. The last time I took a day off was FEBRUARY, and it was my first week here, and the plans had been made in advance, and I let you know within the first two hours of my arrival on Day One.

In sum? Don't scold me like I'm some impulsive toddler because I'm communicating with you.

No love,
KB

Of course SHR doesn't know. SHR doesn't check their email or answer their phones; I've given up contacting them because it's a waste of time and bandwidth.