I just heard that the Red Line (a big main commuter line that I take for a significant portion of my commute) is disabled because of a gas explosion. Which means I'm going to have to be extra-resourceful for getting to work today....
Oh no!
Wait, I take a different Red Line. Anyway, that sucks, Theo. All Red Lines should be running smoothly. Also, gas shouldn't explode. But it should still do the other stuff we want it to.
No panicky calls from the client so far - which means the changes I made to their payroll system last night probably worked OK. Silly client - when a thousand employees can't enter time into their timesheet system, they get cranky.
Hey! Where is everybody?
::bounce bounce bounce::
Despite getting up early, I am in a freakishly good mood. Or maybe because I got up early. That's not right.
Or maybe it's that the anxiety over the upgrade to our client's payroll system has lifted. I dunno. Or that I had caffeine for the first time in about five days?
It's the caffeine, baby.
Well, um... hooray for drug-induced happiness!
I'm here.
I'll have what Tommy's having.
I'm here. I may go back to sleep, but I'm here.
Here, too. Off to make coffee right now.
tommyrot, you must listen to me. What you're experiencing is not genuine. You've been fed a drug. It's simulating bliss. All that you're feeling is really just chemical suggestion.
tommyrot, Cindy should know, caffeine companion that she is.
Gronk.
Yes, I've already taught one class today, and am now having coffee. Still gronk.
(It's Starbucks coffee. I feel bad about this, because on the sidewalk nearby is a guy with a coffee cart who's had that sidewalk spot for about 25 years, and he's got his cart all covered with signs about why we should by coffee from him rather than from Starbucks. And I agree with most of his reasons, but I just really can't stand the taste of his coffee.)
