( various work stuff )

Lunch was good: I sat down with the Renaissance Man and someone who may have been his former teammate, yet another guy with the same freaking name. (Darkside, upon receiving my wailings on this topic, made some historically-themed jokes at my expense.) Shortly Mr. Zune joined us, and the four of us made quite the jolly half-hour of it. Topics included The Aristocrats, piano comedy as a genre and its brightest stars (which is not a topic the gentlemen had really intended to become experts in, but it turns out if you're into standup and music, you're going to hear of Tom Leher), what-if, the Renaissance Man's status as the Good Twin (his evil twin moved to Alaska), the incredulous powers of my eyebrow to extract increasingly defensive explanations from the relatively morally upright party, my manager's long-suffering patience with the wacky hijinks of myself and others (no, really, I'm not the only loose screw in my department), the requisitioning of odd office supplies via Office Depot, the blanket prohibition on noisy and projectile toys as gifts for all conference attendees, the loophole that didn't prevent noisy toys as committee/manager/helper gifts (I had a few slide whistles), the unlikelihood of getting chainsaws via Office Depot, how helpdesk is basically unflappable, and how if one person walked in to Helpdesk and asked for a chainsaw they'd think he was weird, and if two people do it, they'd think they was friends, and if three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in to the helpdesk and asking for a chainsaw, and they may think it's a movement.

And all of us chainsaw-lovers belong on the Group W Bench.

From that point, someone, someone who was definitely not me, and was probably one of the #cupcake crew, suggested a team-building exercise where half the people get cans of air, and half the people get little horn-shaped bits of plastic, and you have to build team by finding one person with the other part, and then you're teammates. Later I elaborated on the concept such as each horn would blow at a different pitch, and you'd have to organize yourselves by tone, sort of an air horn version of a handbell choir. I found the idea hysterical.

My Overlady was not impressed by this genius idea, and told me that I wasn't allowed to play poker. ( Read more... )

The Renaissance Man has been setting up his new tv and associated media empire. "60 inches of fun!" he said, or words to that effect, stretching out his arms on the diagonal.

I snerked. "Sorry," I said, with the inflection that means "Sorry; I have a dirty mind and something that you just said set off the innuendo machine."

He eyebrowed for clarification, so I went on.

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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 )

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!

MS Paint nudity.

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Today I give thanks for my Overlady and her detail-oriented wrath, and for being on the correct end of it.
I celebrate the birthday of the sort of friend you're still glad to have sixteen years later.
I give thanks for a damn good job, the sort where you can say "I'm the [department] minion" when introducing yourself to the CEO.
I cherish the growing bonds of fellowship and shenanigans with folks who love figuring out how to break shit as much as I do.
I celebrate the imminent birthday of the (fish) daughter I didn't ask for and got anyway, and also the one whose birthday it isn't.
Also more fish yay!
Hooray for the internet, and all the love and hilarity contained therein.
Hooray for Bluetooth, cellphones, and unlimited minutes.
Hooray for my elusive best friend.
The ocean, the sand, the sky, and the place they meet.