Nothing more boring than being at work with nothing to do. My employer has adopted a new system for managing jobs. The migration happened over the weekend and I got out of coming in on Sunday to 'verify' data entered into the system before 2 p.m. on Friday because I'm volunteering for the cats at the rescue. Work was a wash. Apparently the sandbox system isn't ready for prime time so practicing there wasn't in the cards. There was a brief meeting where I hoped they'd talk about how to invoice with the new system but it ended up being inside-baseball bullshit that accomplished nothing.

Heading home I thought about meeting up with my soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law. She was offering me food and I told her that I was good, whereupon she said "Don't you know food is love?" Oh, okay. I never thought about it in that way. My biological mother never cooked. My biological father rarely cooked. When my biological father did cook food that I would eat, I never felt like he was doing it because he loved me but it just happened that he cooked and it happened to align. Hell my biological mother didn't know anything about my food weirdness, or she was callous enough to not care. I sincerely hope they are dead.

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