My Saturday job provides lunch to the entire service department. EVERY WEEK people bitch about what we order. Drives. Me. Nuts. I want to just slap them around and tell them to STFU.

Of course, this has a lot to do with the fact that take the orders and place it and get bitched at. Like I chose it?

Reredos is a word!

1. Eccl. a. An ornamental facing or screen of stone or wood covering the wall at the back of an altar, frequently of ornate design, with niches, statues, and other decorations.
b. A choir-screen.
2. A hanging of velvet or silk for covering the wall at the back of an altar. Obs. Usually named together with a dos, dorse, or vant dorse: the precise distinction from these is not clear.
3. A wooden panelling attached to a wall behind a seat. Obs.
4. The brick or stone back of a fire-place or open hearth; an iron plate forming a fire-back. Obs. exc. arch.
¶b. A brazier. rare
5. The back or rear. Obs. rare
6. A piece of armour for the back; a backplate. Obs. rare.

Also, I just saw athere was a special weather statement posted from this morning. Keep in mind, it's 50 and I wasn't aware of any significant weather patterns. Well, it's not weather....exactly:... Be alert for falling chunks of ice...

Only the best show ever.

Ooh, that does look good.

Unsurprisingly, there's some QI up on YouTube. [link]

I'm going to be so sad when I run out of QI.

I only have five or so episodes left. About the same amount of Jonathan Creek I have left.

I probably shouldn't watch more QI until I write one of those things I ought to be writing, anyway.

I've given up meat, bread, and booze for Lent.

When is Lent over?

Shit I didn't say: I come in at 10:00. 10:00. Not 9:00, and sure as hell not 8:25, when you called the first time. I've told you this before, my voice mail tells you the same thing, and it's on the fucking directory. If I'm not here, it doesn't matter how many times you call or email me to tell me it's a rush, because I'm not here.

Shit I need to say today:

Before, you told me that your direct can run her area however she likes - you won't interfere. Today, you get snippy with me because she told me to include her on any meetings you have with her directs. I got spoken to before when I was too much of a gatekeeper, and now I'm too flexible. I am confused, and you're making me feel like shit.

I love that we're all WTF? about the Freezing Fog Advisory. Wierdness.

All she wants is a diet Coke. Just one diet Coke. And they wouldn't give it to her.

Hee. I quoted that song a couple of days ago. I don't think anyone got it.