It's a nice, slow, boring shift. It's also going to be
a long one. I may resort to doing combat rolls in the
aisles later on just to keep myself amused. (Naomi did
this in lab at one point to illustrate how thrilled
she was over some point in her lecture. That was the
rationale for making her a tower princess for quite
some time.)

Grandma Supervisor (who has yet to wind up with a
consistent name in here) decided that today was a
prime day to clean calendars. People cross out the
months past and days that we're through with, so that
we can tell at a glance when a good day to schedule a
call back is. Unfortunately, there is a manager whose
pet peeve is people writing on the calendars, even for
constructive purposes. This leaves supervisors in the
position of cleaning calendars and reprimanding people
for writing on calendars. This morning, Grandma
Supervisor wound up testing out about five or six
different solvents to clean off the calendars. She's
using a nasty-smelling lubricant (no, not WD-40)
currently. 409 doesn't do much. Almond oil is
excellent, but we don't exactly have much of that on
hand. (I have a little jar of perfume oil.) Murphy's
Oil Soap didn't do much. Lubricant #1 (also not WD-40)
didn't do much either. I think the next step was going
to be acetone, judging from the array of jars and
bottles up on the counter.

Clone Name Supervisor is complaining about the stench
of the solvents.

I think the supervisor in question has earned the name
of Grandma Cinderella Supervisor, actually...