No lines, though, and shrift, they did not ask me for any ID. Which they're really not supposed to do anyway.

Awesomecakes, brenda.

And I just realized that my polling place is, like, around the corner from my apartment. Maybe a five minute walk, tops. Er. Guess I probably could have voted this morning had I actually been capable of thought.

I'm always out of the country when it comes time to vote. But it's nice to hear ya'll's stories of voting.

I didn't go in to "breakfast" temp today, and instead decided to take the day off. Accomplishments: sleeping until 1:30 in the afternoon; drinking a pot of coffee; making pad thai. Tomorrow I try the breakfast temp thing once more; methinks I'm being put aside for the time being. Frak.

I don't want to get spoiled for the Daily Show, so I'm not going to keep track of who's winning what except for Tennessee.

Point. But without our "Crusader for Truth and Logic," things can only get nuttier.

(Actually, that's another good example. Someone's title changed a while back, we used that new title in a document, and got all kinds of shit over it because it was apparently just an "internal title." The fuck? But it did spur us to come up with our own internal titles, like the above.)

what is the Breakfast Temp thing- you go in and wait to see if something happens?

I'm so excited to watch Jon and Stephen tonight. I probably should be more excited by democracy in action, but democracy isn't nearly as cute as fake pundits.

Yes, the Pacific octopus is a very clever beastie, but those schools of small, fast-breeding squid that get netted and chopped up for calamari? Not so much.

This makes me so happy. Giving up octopus was easy, I've missed the calamar.

what is the Breakfast Temp thing- you go in and wait to see if something happens?

Yeah. You get yourself put together and go to the main office and wait to see if someone needs you for the day. And if they don't, you don't get paid; you've just wasted your day. Fun times.

I'm so excited to watch Jon and Stephen tonight.

Me too! I can't find an ahem for last night's, though, which is sad.

Yeah. You get yourself put together and go to the main office and wait to see if someone needs you for the day. And if they don't, you don't get paid; you've just wasted your day. Fun times.

Ooh, that's really annoying. I did that on my own at home for a while when I started temping -- got up at 7, showered and was ready to go when I called them at 8 -- but at least I was still at my house.

Yeah. You get yourself put together and go to the main office and wait to see if someone needs you for the day. And if they don't, you don't get paid; you've just wasted your day. Fun times.

It's the white collar equivalent of day laborers. Do they at least provide breakfast for you in the office? If not, they should change the name.

I voted this morning, representing braless women everywhere.

(I had to move my car, see, this is a weird month so we have two street-sweeping days in a row, so I was up and putting on car-moving clothes at 7:15, and I was like, it's okay to vote in your pajamas, right? And it was.)

(It is not like my pajamas -- supplemented with jeans and heavy sweater -- are obviously pajamas, especially not when covered with jeans and a heavys weater.)

Ha! Almost as great as when I was running around charging things to my (male) boss's credit card. With no problems ever.

I told the story of Neiman Marcus, didn't I? How I went there, and they didn't take Mastercard or Visa, which I found baffling by the way, and then I went back with my stepfather's Amex card -- different last name, obviously male first name -- and they took it, and then even though it was an unsigned card, they took it and let me sign my name to it.

Neiman Marcus: just begging to be defrauded.