At my last gig there was a trash can right by the door to the restroom to serve the people that didn't want to touch the handle. They could just throw away their protective paper towel right there, instead of carrying it to their desk.

Just saw a guy come out of the men's room here with the protective paper and then use it to open the door to the lobby. Which makes me think that either he's crazy or I am, because I've certainly not been considering it a germ fest above and beyond any other non-restroom door.

I tried to see if he used it on his next door, but I'm just not that slick.

Aimee, I think that is the funniest thing I have seen in FOREVER. I can't stop laughing!

What made me laugh even more was the person that posted in response to it "What the hell is this? Is this a joke? This is why I don't post here anymore. You people are crazy!"

I would think that was funny but it reminds me of a list that I got off of because of the crazy pet people. Someone posted that they were giving away their pet because the pet was hostile to the new baby. It was immediately followed by a barrage of posts saying things like 'what if you have a second child and the first child does like him? Are you going to get rid of the child?"

tiggy, I hate doctor's front desks myself. I hope following your guy is simple and stress-free.

I don't know what the fuck was going on today, but I do think I was overreacting. I would say it was hormones, if that made any sense, but it doesn't. I'm just going to call it A Day.

Then I came home, and was vacuuming, and I don't know if I bought the wrong bag, or installed it wrong, or what, but the bag exploded in the middle of my living room -- not because it was full. Of course, I didn't have another bag, but I did have duct tape, so I taped the bag shut again and re-vacuumed. Good times.

I don't even have a drink! But I do have snacks for dinner, so that's something.

paperdol, [link] It relates to the "The Internets Want Your Daughters" chapter.

Edit: It's from a blogger's perspective. I like this though:

"We talk back. More importantly, kids these days are growing up assuming that talking back is part of the process, which means that the power of those who dispense information from on high and don’t really want to hear the recipients dish back is really going to be threatened as kids start growing up and obtaining power. I don’t think it’s a conspiracy against the internet or anything, but since the mainstream media is so wary of the internet, they’re chomping at the bit to promote their own image of it as a place where the rabble runs around molesting kids and forgetting to shower, because they don’t want to face up to the fact that it could in fact be something much scarier to them, a place where the people are sharing with each other, sharpening their critical thinking skills, and directly threatening an establishment that would prefer us to be separated from each other and passive recipients of information."

One must always have a drink! In fact, my mother chided me for not having that much alcohol (I admit, I've polished off a few bottles of tequila without replacing them). I have a gazillion bottles of alcohol.

I was quite offended.

And I seem to have just printed out something I swear was set to go to PDF. Hmmph.

I think I have rum and gin, actually, but I don't feel like drinking either of those.

Oh, and I forgot -- I left my coffee maker on all day as well. "Luckily," it was full of future iced coffee, so it didn't burn up, but STILL.

Maybe I will have some gin.

Of course, I didn't have another bag, but I did have duct tape, so I taped the bag shut again and re-vacuumed.

Because you are resourceful! And resilient! Go Jesse! (have some gin, too)

I am resourceful and resilient, dammit! Thanks. I also got a pat on the back from the COO about how I handled the crazy meeting with the Big Boss, so that was good. I may be re-learning the line between standing up for myself and being defensive.

I've got a feeling that's all I'll be asked about on Sally Jessy Raphael, Daisy Jane.

I should write to Marcotte. I feel the pain.