These air fresheners are supposedly organic (I saw one in the wrapper), and are little blocks of pressed fiber of some obscure sort or other. They look for all the world like 2" x 2" x .25" chunks of a fine-grained particle board or dehydrated yellow sponge.

I'm not sure what their expected lifespan is, but they just keep collecting in the oddest places around the workplace. There are at least three balanced on little ledges and crammed into crevices in the bathroom. There is one sitting on top of the moulding around a supply closet door.

(There are actually four or more in the ladies' room. There was an extra one balanced on top of the lights that I didn't remember being in there.)

They almost look too scary to attempt to sniff to see if they're still good. What if they're industrial-strength, still good, and burn out the nostrils? What if they've picked up the inevitable scents from sitting in the bathroom? These are rather silly fears that could be avoided by using the proper chemistry trick of wafting the scent to the nose rather than getting a good snootful of the experiment in progress, but they are still concerns under consideration.

According to the packaging, the scent is allegedly "green apple", at least on some of the items. We shall see about that.

Today's my 6th day at work in a row, and I'm more than ready for something that resembles a weekend. I may not even attempt to come in on Thursday, because that's going to cut into my much-needed rest and relaxation time.

The advent of school means that more nifty office supply things are on sale. I scored a few small cubes of Post-It notes, in eyewatering magenta, lime, and cyan. This, of course, means that I can play post-it tag with co-workers. (The game: Write "Tag! You're it!" on a stickynote. Do what seems natural.) If only there had been black, I would have gotten some of those (if only for "hee, hee, I have some" purposes in the general direction of grifyn) -- but alas! There were none to be had.

My hair is almost behaving itself. I had to trim a goodly amount off the bottom, because there were split ends causing tangles, but now that the split ends have vanished, most of the tangles have too. (I still need to re-stock on Knot Forgotten conditioner, because I'm so very out.)

Today's workplace excitement involved a woman accidentally taking a double dose of her blood pressure medicine and nearly passing out. She pulled herself off the phones with great efficiency, and we had her sit in the office where someone could keep an eye on her. She wound up calling a ride to get her to the doctor. May the gods of health and clerical errors look favorably upon her.

Today just feels like all magic, all the time, and somehow I got sucked up into the current of things that work and keep working and always have worked and forever shall work. It's an intoxicating feeling, which is why I've become very wary. But today deserves dancing. I've already been singing.