Rainbow wig, John 3:16 sign!

Good one!

Or, the player who dumps Gatorade on, um, the person who made you dress up sports-themed.

I think I'm call-back cursed. I called them (to tell them to use the home # atfer 5:30) and she went to check "because I know I put the file on his desk" and ...it had gotten knocked under the chair.

I'm going to blame the highly curious office cat.

Sigh.

The best thing about the stay and look for the bomb procedure is that it is REAL. When somebody first told me, I thought it was hilarious. And then I was like 'Er, that's not actually real though is it?'. Yep. So I got the written procedure. Somebody WROTE IT DOWN. It got APPROVED. Part of my soul died that day, in the burning fires of corporate stupidity.

Is it just me or this an exceptionally crappy work week? And it's only Tuesday!!

It's a tremendously crappy work week. Mostly because I am now the last remaining member of my team; everyone else has found new jobs within the company. And the gossip is that yes, my team has been dissolved, but management is still saying "We're still deciding your new roles! Just hang in there, and we'll have a decision Real Soon Now!"

I am In A Mood. I am going to take great delight stalking the halls tomorrow while wearing frilly Victorian clothing, fangs, and a lot of blood.

Huh. Got a callback after all. More meds, yay!

Restricting the pickiest cat in the world's diet, boo!

Gee, sara, that sounds awesome?

I'm not crazy about this week at work either, and I've only been here one day! FTR.

Fingers crossed that my boss stays home tomorrow!

That's astonishing, Kevin. How bizarre.

I am going to take great delight stalking the halls tomorrow while wearing frilly Victorian clothing, fangs, and a lot of blood.

Hooray, blood!

Speaking of blood, I'm supposed to get some blood drawn and I need to fast for 12 hours beforehand. I don't just show up at the lab and say I've fasted, take some blood, do I? They won't call me back to set an appointment, I'm starting to feel like I need a secret password to leave on teh answering machine.

Gee, sara, that sounds awesome?

Snort. I means...well, I'd say less fluids, but there's the foaming. Upside: no need to steam the carpets?

I am now the last remaining member of my team

Huh. I was going to say it was impossible, but it's like you're an Army of One.

My 2:00 called and said we should meet tomorrow morning, which means I can take my meds, become less conscious and then resume working when the pain is less. Yay, world.

Lovely turtle. I'd name a daughter Caretta in a heartbeat.

So, not breeding.

So not breeding.

Stopped at a crosswalk to let a bunch of schoolkids cross, and as soon as I came to a full and final stop I thought "Fuck. I hope there's no cow."

I don't just show up at the lab and say I've fasted, take some blood, do I?

That is what I had to do at Kaiser -- which, in a way, was good since I had complete control over the day.

I'm glad the phone finally rang, sarameg.