There is no future; there is no past

Really seriously need to look on Judy's Book about local dentists, as the situation is getting critical, then get back to Mama about what I've found.
Tomorrow (well, today) is the Supervisor Party at work.
Friday, I need to get the remaining fudge components and assemble them.
Saturday is the Phone Goon Party, the one I'm part of the committee on. (We don't have time to discuss this in committee!)
Sunday maybe Darkside will be up for some socializing.
Monday, work again, and probably another Dreaded 6-Hour Spreadsheet.
Tuesday is planned for Anime Night. myrrhianna, would you be up for that/would that be logistically possible for y'all? The short bus The carpool departs five-ish from My Place in the direction of Scottsdale via the 51 northbound. Things can be adjusted.
Wednesday is writer's group again.
Thursday is Solstice.
Friday, gods know what.
Saturday is the 23rd and I have no current plans.
Sunday is the 24th, Christmas Eve. I have no current plans.
Monday is the 25th, Christmas. I have no current plans.
Tuesday, back to the grind, I think. That week at work is going to be slow, and people are going to be doing training and cleaning. Skeleton crew. I don't know what my role in the madness will be. That weekend and Monday is the new year.

Darkside has first dibs on my holiday time. This is valid from when I realized that he had root access until potentially forever, as he is in the #1 spot of Family of the Heart, and has earned his place there.
The greater part of the biological clan and and spr0t have second dibs. (I used up vacation time on the LLG Existential Crisis, so I have virtually none to burn, and I am in Broke And Proud mode. This makes the whole vacation-with-family like I do from time to time not so viable, given that I actually do need to work. However, there's some local spr0t, depending on who's around, and things could be fun.)

My Semagic is b0rked. I'm thinking it's the IE-7 update.

Group was mostly excellent except for M having one of her, um, moments. That was after, not at -- evidently when she's supposed to meet up with someone at Location A, and we switch the venue to Location B, and the someone gets informed of the location change and shows up at Location B, this is Cause for a Hissy-Fit. This is because M is 40-ish going on 7 at some points in time. After exposure to her, suddenly all other implementations of Drama Queen seem a little pale and thin and not even worthy of notice.

Worked on The Hisssstorical Fic at group; read the Roomba scene from the Nano. I'm going to have to go through and re-write the romance after I get done with Chapter 1 of the Hissstorical Fic. (And I'm *dreadfully* worried about my co-writer, as some gnarly stuff is going down with her.)

Today at work I did spreadsheets in the morning, reports with Pink Shirt Guy in the mid-day, and decoration in the afternoon. Chaos was had by all.

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I am @ the supervisor party. Snarky lady is getting me drunk & will deliver me home. The geeks look like more fun. 1 tequila sunrise.

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Drunk plus Turbo here equal possibility for utter school girl humiliation. This has potential.

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One chick is getting drunken pictures of Turbo sitting between two hot chicks. Homie G says I am putting a video on MySpace. They wanted to know what doing

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I should have a shirt like song's. Much talk of debauchery but none now. I am no longer a hottie. Alas. Plus mad Darkside is a do not want. Wish he was her

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sobering up. Obsoleet manager just threatened to unzip his pants to confirm equipment size. Turbo has a mouse ball. Trendy chick lost drink ticket in shirt

Don't you know my name?

In my workplace, we get classes of trainees in every gods-know-how-often. We were training continuously from before Thanksgiving on because we were that horribly short on hours. With that fact, and with the turnover rate what is is, I don't really expect to get to know someone's name until they've been employed with the company at least a month, if not longer. And that's just "get to recognize a name at all", not "connect a name with a face". I'm less face-blind than I used to be, what with my constant exposure to all sorts of people. But given a hypothetical Jenny Martin and Janet Mota, even if I were in Field constantly, it would take me at least a month under normal circumstances to start recognizing them as individuals. I might remember that we have someone of that name employed. I might also switch the names so the wrong first name and last name are paired, or mistake them both for Ginger Nevin.

For me to remember someone's name perfectly, remember what collection of personality and phone manner attributes goes with the name, and also remember what collection of physical attributes goes with them, and remember all of this inside of the first month of their employment, says that something about them has made them particularly memorable.

There was one dude who was physically distinct enough to be not mixed up with anyone else of my acquaintance (large wide/tall, used cane, orange-haired), personality-tagged with "gamergeek; would hang out with outside of work", and because I tend to note people who have a "would hang out with outside of work" on my tags for them, I remembered his name. And then I noticed that there were two instances of that name on my list. One was from a temp agency with the temp agency code before the name, and one was not. One was marked absent, one was not. I caught the computer error pdq because I was set to flag on that name. It would ordinarily have taken me at least a week to catch that, if not longer. (I was in Field constantly at that point.) Right now I think I only know the people who have been there 6 months or more, because that's about how long I've been out of field. I know 2 new people: Silver Sunglasses Dude, and the Bathroom Cellphone Diva. Both of these are not for good reasons.

It's because of things like this that I totally go *omg facepalm* when I mention a name to someone who sees like 500 individuals a day or some crazy number like that (at an estimate) and the name gets the immediate response of "oh god them"...

...yeah, I'm staying at 30 foot pole distance from becoming more than involved in passing with an "oh god them" situation, and I'm rather hoping that I don't get to know their face, because that could get awkward. There's really no good way to un-know that someone is "oh god them".