Oh, Raq. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that.

And also Gud. I hope your wife and the car are both okay. What a distressing phone call.

Did I forget to congratulate Erin yesterday? I probably did. You are awesome to mak it through a year of tesching and want to come back in teh fall. Made of awesome.

Oh, Raq. That does sound like a horrible day. I'd loan you mine, but it's covered in words like "meeting" "cover for D." "cover for K." and "write letters to ..." {{{}}} (Although, at the end of the day, there is a wonderful word -- "ashtanga.")

Gud, if something is seriously wrong she won't continue driving the car. She may be mad at you, but that doesn't mean all common sense has gone out the car window. Is there a friend you can call, to ask to call her and ask how things are, in case she's screening your calls in particular?

Oi, Raq, Gud.... Yeesh. Sorry about the bad days.

Sorry about the bad days, ya'll. It will get better.

Why do the older, sort-of skeevy guys always identify me as people to talk to? This is my second day of work, and the guy with the mullet and the oddly-shaped eyebrows who has the general air of the perpetual bachelor who does not leave his hole has made a point of talking to me four times over the last two days? He seems like a nice enough guy, but I just want to be as unobtrusive as possible, and get through to August 20 quickly.

Oy. Sorry about the bad days.

I need to study. I don't wanna study. Just one more week.

Should lunch be a veggie burger or a burrito?

What started as a slight drippy leak of clear water turned into a torrential downpour of coffee colored slop as the maintenance guy got to the root of the problem. We've now cleaned up the trash bags that were protecting the carpet, the numerous trash cans from various co-workers that were used in an effort to catch some of the falling slop, and my umbrella that was covered in slop.

Now I just need to reprint a few documents with muck splatters on them and the office should be good as new. Or at least as good as it was prior to the freak thunderstorm in my ceiling.

Good times.

Um, glad it's over, Nicole. Ick.

Veggie burger.

Is this the kind of job where you can become really busy whenever skeevy guy somes by to talk to you, SA?

SA, you need a picture on your desk of a significant other. Or, when he comes too close, start talking about your period and how cramps suck.

I'd go for a burrito.

Glad they have the slop showers under control, Nicole, because YUCK!

Burrito.

Now I just need to reprint a few documents with muck splatters on them and the office should be good as new. Or at least as good as it was prior to the freak thunderstorm in my ceiling.

Good times.

Oh dear.

SA, you need a picture on your desk of a significant other. Or, when he comes too close, start talking about your period and how cramps suck.

Definitely a good idea! Sparky always has great advice.