Apparently I don't have nice feet.

I'm Jamaican. I don't care enough to let it affect my footwear.

Though since I've moved to LA I feel naked without toenail polish, even during closed-toe season.

I'm naked right now, as a matter of fact. Aside from the clothes.

I think the dependency issues my scientists have is largely my fault. I feel like it's my job to take as much bureaucracy off their desks as humanly possible, because when I do things, more science can happen.

The issues I have usually have more to do with disrespectful behavior. Sure, I will of course write the administratrivia memos for you, but no, you cannot leave half eaten food in the supply room. That's disgusting, and incredibly disrespectful.

I have a rule: If you take the last of something, toss the empty wrapper/box on my desk so I know to order more. When you leave empty boxes of supplies in the cabinets, I don't know that things need reordering.

So I've taken to taping the empty boxes and wrappers to the cabinets, since I can only assume they are left for decoration. There are now signs on the inside of cabinets that read, I AM AN OPEN DOOR. CLOSE ME.

There are a few limitations to the paperwork I can take from you, and you can't get angry when I tell you I cant do it.

I cant fill out your timecard for you. There's currently 36 of you. I have no idea when you were here, and what projects you worked on. I cannot fill in descriptions of what sort of laser you are using on paperwork, because I am not a scientist. You are. I don't know whether it is a 30mW or 50mW. If I were expected to know, I certainly would be making more money.

I do not have a background in science. So if you ask me to order rubidium, you are not allowed to laugh at me if I ask if it is hazardous. I need to fill out paperwork to expedite orders that are hazardous, and it's an enormous task. Laughing at me only makes me put your order at the bottom of the pile. It's rude.

Hm. That was ranty.

I think you should take the old food and put it in the desks of the offenders. And make sure you have good ventilation around your desk.

I never fail to be amazed (see: the guy who came into my office to hold a private cell phone convo) by the utterly insane lack of social awareness displayed by the people I work with (similar demographic.)

Anyone watching Alias???

I have missed me my SpyDaddy!!

Bones: OMG LotR reference! Shoutout-iest show EVAR!

Allyson works at a daycare center for really old, really smart kids, apparently.

I'm still self-conscious about my freakish fingers--although it may mean that I'm a girly, straight, verbally intelligent woman.

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I had to jettison Bones this week, due to having FOUR SHOWS to tape at 8 tonight. Lame.

Aimee! Camel alert on Amazing Race!

Allyson works at a daycare center for really old, really smart kids, apparently.

I was just going to say it sounds like she works at a daycare full of Christophers.

(Cashmere, I mean full of my Christophers, but there's always room for more).

My index fingers are significantly longer than my ring fingers, but I no longer remember the beginning of the conversation. They're not as long as my middle fingers, which are probably well developed from exercise.