I just paid my electric bill: $226. Whee.

I'm really glad I got a wild hair last night after Whale Rider ended and made chicken salad instead of waiting until today. I don't have to even look at any cooking appliance, nor exert myself. Mmm, cold sandwiches.

It's supposed to be several days in a row of 80's here

Oh, goodness. How can you ever stand it?? It was 105 here yesterday. It hasn't been under 80's in weeks.

It's not the being 80-something outside that's a problem, it's the having no AC, making it just as hot *inside*. I think 80's in Seattle are as bad as 90's or 100's in Philly ever were, because there I had a window AC, so I could at least be comfortable in my bedroom.

Well, OK, I'd rather it be in the 60's or 70's outside than the 80's or above, but that's just because I hate being all sweaty.

Speaking of which, can anyone recommend a nice powerful deodorant for the naturally sweaty? Lady Speed Stick doesn't work for me like it used to, though I don't know if my body chemistry has changed or their formula. I tried Adidas Absorbent-Deo and might as well not have been wearing anything at all, so I'm now wary of experiments.

I say everyone in America should stamp their feet so San Francisco has another earthquake that will dislodge all the enviable local weather.

It's not dropped under 90 for a month until the storm a couple days ago, and then it popped back up until today's bigass thunderstorm. I'm hoping that we'll get some weather that will actually allow us to be outside comfortably sometime before the snow falls, but I'm not counting on it.

I went to the beach yesterday before I went over to Grandma's for dinner. I haven't been to the beach all year, I probably won't be back because it's so damn hot. There were people laying out and I don't know how they stood it, there was a breeze, but it was hot too.

I wish I had taken my camera so I could have gotten post Dennis pictures. The beach has been radically changed. All the decks have been washed away. The beach is several yards wider than what it was.

This morning on my way to work it was 80.

It's supposed to rain later this week so it could get as cool as 89 for the high.

The smartest thing I ever did (well, smartest weather-related thing) was a vacation in San Francisco in August. It was a total break from summer.

Someone please remind me that not only have I done well on interviews before, but that I've actually worked on that team before.

Jilli, not only have you worked on that team before, and not even only have you done well on interviews before, I am confident you have ROCKED coffee many a time.

My Monday only got Monday-ish at 5, when my boss started freaking out about getting a letter done that was following up on something that happened in MARCH.

Also?

Dear Bosses Of The World:

Please remember that a little politeness goes a long way. "I need X"? Yeah, you want me to do something about it? You can ask. Nicely.

Thank you for your consideration in this matter.

Yours,

Employees Everywhere.

People dealing with crummy Mondays should have their choice of chocolate, ice cream, and alcoholic beverages, stat. Or all three.

I'd like all three. Combined. In a bath tub.

wait, sara, you watched a movie?

My day, by msbelle

wake up 4:15
cab pick-up 5:30
deal with incompitent people who by being unhelpful make you walk at least a half mile in a rush in heels (before 6:30)
be crowded & cold
get slightly lost resulting in another half mile of unnecessary walking heels, carrying heavy bag
have fairly contentious meeting with clients and try to push and not be defensive
sit and contemplate nap.

Jilli, you're a charm-monster. No need to freak out.

From defamer:

Charlie stayed on top, but we're quite disappointed that headline writers failed to embrace the lascivious promise of last Monday's “Depp’s ‘Chocolate Factory’ has tasty opening.” The best we could turn up with a very (read: very) cursory search was, "Willy Wonka still holds sweet spot," which admittedly requires a very liberal interpretation of "sweet spot" to titillate. We never should've allowed ourselves to lose an entire weekend hoping that the wire services would deliver a treat like "Moviegoers Lose Car Keys In Wonka's Fudge Tunnel."