Not much of actual import except for the fishbits!

I managed to score a parking spot within a holler of the door. Well, maybe a hoot and a holler.

Thence, deskwork. Loads of deskwork. I did things and called people and emailed people and still feel like I'm sort of behind, but at least it's a kind of behind that comes with progress and stuff emanating from the department of the people who handle some of the murkier tickets.

Somewhere in there, I found food.

There were supposed to be games tonight, but in between all the deskwork, I was also bewilderedly and dizzily menstruating my marrow out. So I decided that I was not going anywhere not on my own floor, and stayed pretty close to my desk. (My favorite. Data entry.)

My manager dropped by and told me of the plans for tomorrow. The Junior Researcher dropped by and chatted about swag. I tottered past the Renaissance Man's office to drop off my plate, and on the way back we chatted a bit, including a bro-fistbump for having shared the experience of freezing the bottoms of our feet off in really stupid ways when much younger. Neither of us lost toes to the experience.

Chatted with Kat for a bit on the way home. She will have finished watching Pacific Rim by this time, and I hope she has enjoyed it for what it is.

I was the last customer through at the Costco gas place. Then I curled up in front of the computer for some refreshing funtimes with a new set of the usual suspects.

My little fish got some good news on the college front today. Yay!

Sherlock dream plot snippet

I was someone who felt like Cecy or Kate, and we were in a hotel where something untoward was happening, and Sherlock was on the case. (No sign of John.) I feared my brother had become entangled in the mess. ( suspense, violence )

My tweets

• Mon, 19:48: Pickled, scrambled vampire. #TrueBloodCookbook
• Tue, 01:04: My fitbit #Fitstats for 12/16/2013: 3,470 steps and 1.5 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7HEB6
• Tue, 01:12: Dear digestive system: whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
• Tue, 01:24: Especially for those who know who they are, I would like to advise that I did not jump while pooping. #longstory #youhadtobethere
• Tue, 01:35: Photo: sithjawa: pacificrimscience: so-i-did-this-thing: pikalex88: so-i-did-this-thing: VERSION 0.1?!! For... http://t.co/iMnIOE9MC3
• Tue, 06:57: I did ask my uterus to clear itself out especially, so I guess the joke is on me.
• Tue, 11:33: The process of knocking over a very full, very sticky glass of iced coffee also knocked down my #bees status card.

My day, featuring: coffee to the tits!

Arrived at work in time to get a decent seat for the Very Large Meeting. Finished my Very Bi Pride Hat while at said meeting, for this was one of the meetings where not only is my role sitting down and shutting up and listening, but generally doing so from the back row and quietly. Yay crocheting. I managed, of course, to slop orange juice (not the real kind, the possibly-Tang kind) all down my front, where the cornmeal from the baked-scrambled-eggs-and-bacon bun adhered to it. Classy. So I went and soaked the front of my shirt in the getting of that off.

Next I got some iced coffee, so I could caffeinate while I did deskwork. I put half-and-half in it. I put some caramel in it. Then I knocked it over, soaking the user's manual for my headphones, the case for said headphones, a plastic baggie of binder clips (hardcore, I know), and splashing up the sides of three rainbow packs of post-its. Plus a substantial patch of floor. I filed a ticket for janitorial.

There was deskwork, there was lunch, there was spraying my shirt in the tit with coffee (apparently safely; I didn't get hurt), there was complaining about my liquid-related shenanigans to my Overlady, who did trump me by having managed to spill gasoline all up and down one leg, once upon a time, on her way to work. At least it didn't catch fire. Though my usual "reassuring" parting statement, "Well, nothing's on fire!" was more incorrect than usual today, because not only were there some houses on fire thattaway, there was also a recycling yard on fire the other way, and the combined stench was not sparing the air in the slightest. I feared coke bukkake later, but this did not transpire.

My manager had a meeting scheduled over our 1:1, but that's life! I have the flexible. Deskwork, then a research team meeting, and then SIGNING CARDS. So many cards. And deskwork again!

My manager has been hypnotized by my ever-changing colored lights, which I leave up all year but only plug in for holidays. They are rainbowtastic! I shared my victory in the matter of postmaster. Also my documentation in the matter of helpdeskfollowup. Apparently these are the darkest of arts.


Various current hilarity, much related to #$NEWCHANNEL and/or its denizens, and much because it's been repeated to the point of hilarity but not yet to the point of non-hilarity, mostly laid down here for my own posterior posterity:
( some grosser and/or more anatomical than others )