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Today was a day!
( Contemptuous podcasts are not enjoyable. )
The Polka-Dot Researcher wandered by my cube and wanted to know if post-its and highlighters were a thing that I could help set her up with. She left my cube with some jellybeans, a rainbow stack of post-its, a package of rainbow bookmark flags, and a set of rainbow highlighters. After which I placed an order to replenish my stock of flags and highlighters. One of the sneaky benefits of this is that when I take the set of highlighters on my desk and present someone with instant gratification, the person gets highlighters instantly, the highlighters are nearly new, I'm likely to be able to do things that either don't involve highlighters or use some personal ones, and I get an entirely new pack of work highlighters slightly later.
The babyfish graduates high school in less than a week. I am immensely proud of her, for academic achievement under adverse circumstances, for staying alive, and for not stabbing her mother in the kidneys in the dead of night. All of these are worth celebrating.
My comfy chair is seductively cozy, and results in conferences and confidences. First my Overlady popped in, and we discussed all sorts of things. Later, R came by in the plotting of a DIY BYOB bash. I'd just got a call from Purple asking whether he could stow a box of stuff which he didn't care to have the movers tangle with in my cube, so we waited a while (he had been held up; we eventually waited outside). Of course, no sooner did we settle in outside than Purple showed up with the box. So I escorted him back to my cube, where I'd cleared a space specifically for the box. "You didn't have to come with me." "You didn't have to open the door. I have more hands than you." "Well, technically..." "Let me show you my third hand. And my third eye." "... ... ..." "And my third leg?" Wisely not responding to that statement, he parked his box and laptop bag in my cube, and we went back out to rejoin the fun.
There had been some earlier discussion about heading to check out a food truck thing, but there was no immediate decision made.
I got some jellybeans and the Who Would Win game. Purple prefers these to the Jelly Belly, which is nice as the CEO of this company, again, hasn't been caught saying terrible things about trans* kids. ( Who would win: Kirk or Vader? )
( Fun with dinner! )
( Contemptuous podcasts are not enjoyable. )
The Polka-Dot Researcher wandered by my cube and wanted to know if post-its and highlighters were a thing that I could help set her up with. She left my cube with some jellybeans, a rainbow stack of post-its, a package of rainbow bookmark flags, and a set of rainbow highlighters. After which I placed an order to replenish my stock of flags and highlighters. One of the sneaky benefits of this is that when I take the set of highlighters on my desk and present someone with instant gratification, the person gets highlighters instantly, the highlighters are nearly new, I'm likely to be able to do things that either don't involve highlighters or use some personal ones, and I get an entirely new pack of work highlighters slightly later.
The babyfish graduates high school in less than a week. I am immensely proud of her, for academic achievement under adverse circumstances, for staying alive, and for not stabbing her mother in the kidneys in the dead of night. All of these are worth celebrating.
My comfy chair is seductively cozy, and results in conferences and confidences. First my Overlady popped in, and we discussed all sorts of things. Later, R came by in the plotting of a DIY BYOB bash. I'd just got a call from Purple asking whether he could stow a box of stuff which he didn't care to have the movers tangle with in my cube, so we waited a while (he had been held up; we eventually waited outside). Of course, no sooner did we settle in outside than Purple showed up with the box. So I escorted him back to my cube, where I'd cleared a space specifically for the box. "You didn't have to come with me." "You didn't have to open the door. I have more hands than you." "Well, technically..." "Let me show you my third hand. And my third eye." "... ... ..." "And my third leg?" Wisely not responding to that statement, he parked his box and laptop bag in my cube, and we went back out to rejoin the fun.
There had been some earlier discussion about heading to check out a food truck thing, but there was no immediate decision made.
I got some jellybeans and the Who Would Win game. Purple prefers these to the Jelly Belly, which is nice as the CEO of this company, again, hasn't been caught saying terrible things about trans* kids. ( Who would win: Kirk or Vader? )
( Fun with dinner! )
