Plus, Southie is one of the less convenient towns to commute in and out of. I think there's one subway stop in the entire city (maybe two) and the in-town buses suck.

Actually, I think one of the problems is out of towners park in Southie for free and then commute to their jobs. I read something about it this morning, but that was pre-degronking, and I couldn't figure it out.

But it all the suffering was worth it if it gave us New Kids on the Block.

That was Dorchester.

Feh. Spent all morning cleaning my office, because my boss came in during the two days I had off, looked for something on my desk and flipped out like a mammal at the chaos. Also, she saw a file of invoices that went back to August and presumed they had been unpaid, while in reality, they were copies and second notices that had been forwarded to me by my other boss and I had kept them because there was some confusion about the accounts.

Anyway. Boss has been mollified. And yet I still must do work before the day is over. Also, the two big year-end projects that caused massive trauma and upset last year (MCLE and the attendance database) are both COMPLETELY UNDER CONTROL thanks to my year-long efforts and the overtime I've done this last month.

Something somewhere in this building is beeping without end. If I knew who to kill to make it stop, I would totally flip out.

Go Hec with the comeplete control over stuff!

tumbleweeds

It's quiet here; too quiet.

Nope, I got nothing either.

I so don't want to be here. But I have work to do.

Something somewhere in this building is beeping without end.

That's my cell phone about to die. Sorry.

So if I set up a shrine to the coffee gods and pray there several times daily, does that mean I'm no longer an agnostic?

Welcome to the One True Faith, Lee. We're gaining converts daily. (And often, middle-of-the-nightly.)

I worship the coffee gods; Ninkasi, the Summerian goddess of beer; and Willis Carrier, the inventor of air conditioning. I feel I have sufficient proof that these gods exist and wish me well.

(edited because of attack by the god of typos)

Can I kill your cell phone, lisah? Put it out of its misery?

(eta: Never mind, it stopped. And if I killed your cell phone with my mind, sorry)

I worship the coffee gods

These gods do, in fact, wish you well. May you always have hot coffee and cold beer to enjoy in a cool room. With these, actualization cannot be far behind.

I have apparently, accidently, and incidentally become a coffee goddess.

I don't drink the stuff. Never have. Though I have been known to sprinkle hazelnut french roast grounds in a car's carpet. Because it smelled so good, that's why!

But, getting up before dawn, tossing enough Costco purchased and home-ground beans into the Mr. Coffee filter to make it seem like WAY too much to me, seems to be resulting in daily exhaltations of glee from the Inn guests.

Seriously, I've never heard so many people croon 'good coffeeee' before in my life.

That's the trick people. Wretched excess.

I so don't want to be here. But I have work to do.

Yep. I only need to hold out for a couple more hours, and then I shall go home and nap. And then I shall stumble out of bed and type up porn. Unless I am summoned to partake of a keg.