He's testing the waters to see if it's okay. The first week is often when that kind of stuff happens. If you get angry it makes you seem like a bitch with no sense of humor but if you join in, that opens the door for more of that kind of talk. I tend to give the person a withering stare and say something like "Dude, you SO don't want to annoy me."

I saw C yesterday when I picked up K-Bug. Got a nice hug and got to cuddle her kitten (I have the claw marks to prove it). She seems ok, for the most part. For my sanity, I don't ask too many questions.

No need to. That's a really sweet moment and I'm glad the two of you had it.

SA, you need to start keeping a work journal, and documenting all of this.

SA, what Tom said.

G'mornin', all. I'm trying to will the coffee to brew itself and then teleport into my hand. Thus far, it isn't working.

Also, a friend in another forum linked to this short (yes, work-safe) video, and I knew I needed to share.

Especially for Hec.

most expensive cat toy ever

How much do I love Dinosaur Comics? Quite a lot, I say. QUITE A LOT.

In fact, I feel like I must transcribe this strip because...I don't want to start working.

T-REX: I wonder: what's the strongest emotion? What's the most powerful emotional experience I can look forward to?

T-REX: NOBODY SAY LOVE!

T-REX: Love isn't allowed because it's TOO OBVIOUS. What's the strongest non-love emotion, Dromiceiomimus?
DROMICEIOMIMUS: Hate?
T-REX: Okay, hate isn't allowed either on account of how it's ARGUABLY the opposite of love.
DROMICEIOMIMUS: Um. Boredom?

UTAHRAPTOR: I think the strongest feeling is that of shame, T-Rex!
T-REX: A good choice, my friend!

T-REX: But, are you not forgetting the memorable emotion of hunger?
UTAHRAPTOR: Hunger isn't an emotion?
T-REX: Then why do I suddenly FEEL hungry, hmm? Riddle me that!

MEANWHILE, IN THE CHILLING "HUNGER UNIVERSE":
T-REX: Constant hunger has robbed me of all identity.

SA, what Scola and Kristin said. Start it today, with the first note being about behavior up to theis point, and the first real entry, this thing he did today.

Also, the Ministry has been put on alert.

For all of you following along at home, the verdict on my friend's fire is "it could have been worse." The area where about 90 percent of the books are is smoke damaged, but not wet. Her den, where the fire apparently started, had some books, included her "to be read" pile. They're probably goners, but she's going to pull out the more irreplaceable ones like the family Bible and throw them in a freezer until she can figure out what she's doing. The furniture and television in the den are gone, as are the windows. Most of the miniblinds melted(!). The ceiling in her bedroom is draped across all the stuff in her bedroom. The computer may be okay, but there's no power right now. Everything is covered with dark smoke stains. And, of course, the insurance adjustor has yet to call back.

Heady Topper

Shtupulator

He's big on the porny beer names, isn't he?

Oh, Suzi. I'm so sorry (for the temp and her sister and the pile of undone work and all your exponentially increased stress, not for C and the kitten, which sounds very good indeed). Curse this being just a little bit too far away to take you to lunch!

Is doing laundry. Really.

Uh huh.

::is dubious::

SA, that's just nasty and unpleasant and I wish to heaven I had some advice to offer. It's only happened to me a couple of times and never at work (side benefit of having worked since forever for someone aggressively fatherly and slightly over-protective), usually at Faire or in passing on the street.

I've twice responded with "What would your mother say if she knew that was how you talk to strange women/women young enough to be your daughter?" Once the guy in question blushed and got very ashamed and stammery and apologetic, and the other time the guy got even more assholeish, plus aggrieved. So I don't know that I'd recommend it as a course of action.

I'm just sorry you have to deal with it (though YAY for changing shifts and never having to see him again). You just finished a bout of crappy jobitude a couple of weeks ago; the universe totally owes you, and it is not coming through.

IMuchShallowerON, today I am dressed as just-suppose-Dru-was-the-pregnant-vamp-instead-of-Darla (black chiffon dress with black eyelet lace bodice, found during the SF2F with the assistance of Jilli's thrift-fu, white fishnets layered over black tights, vaguely 1920s-ish heels, velvet choker with a silver pendant).

Before I left for work I waved my arms dreamily at Hec and told him about the burning baby fishies, and he was very impressed. Or possibly just waiting for me to leave the room so he could laugh at me.

Anyhow, I like it.

There are two electricians at my house right now ripping out the light box in the kitchen!! They are then going to install recessed lighting (5 lights). I can't wait to see the change!