Since my direct supervisor is not involved, I don't think it is anything big but still - I'm curious to see what "the plan" is.

I only found out cause I asked on of the review guys if I could have a few moments of his time today. He guessed what I wanted to talk about (networking into another position) and told me about the agenda item.

We will see...

And as for ascending. Into madness, maybe. And the word ascend makes me thing ass end, which is where this all is likely to end up.

Fingers crossed, Suzi!

I'm so tired... we got in last night from CA at midnight and when we went out to the parking lot and tried to exit we discovered that the machines that take your ticket and payment weren't working. There were cars lined up, all stuck there until the police finally showed up (about 20 minutes into our wait) to raise the barriers. Then, instead of just waving all the angry drivers through because it's a problem with their machines and it's 1:30 a.m., they were making us all stop and sign our tickets.

I do not have especially good judgment at 1:30 a.m. and asked the cop why I was signing and he says, "so we know you were here." So I scribbled nonsense on the ticket and left, rather than discuss my 5th Amendment rights with the police.

In case you need to waste some time. Perfect for this time of year. Be warned, annoying music and short and annoying loop of comments for bad choices: Halloween Hangman [link]

All of TMI girls:

I am so glad I am not the only person in the world who is all "Bathroom? Abbatoir!" once a month. I missed my period this month -- skipped, not preggo; I am as pristine as snow, goddammit -- so I am mortally afraid that next month, instead of a simple abbatoir, I will instead have an apartment that looks like the FX studio for "Saving Privates E-Ryan"

Being a girl is MAGICKAL!

I have skipped and skimmed and therefore have nothing more to offer than ((((Stephanie and Joe)))) and ((((buffistas of the fairer sex))))-along with chocolate and chamomile tea

Well bless.

I can't say the meeting was a waste of time, but as expected there wasn't much forward content in it regarding job ops. The manager I spoke with was very supportive and had a few broad ideas for job ideas and said he would keep me in mind. But, it was just networking.

Can't complain, but nothing to celebrate.

Oh guess what y'all! 1 hour before I head out of here to meet people to go to the Dandy Warhol's show! Yay!

I'm going to a show tonight, too! Seeing Tegan and Sara - yay!

And of course I had to screw up my yay. Mr. Jane just called. I kind of expressed some displeasure that he donated money to one of those environmental groups that aren't. He was trying to do good and I shat on it. I could almost hear his heart drop.

I. Suck.

Sorry there is nothing to celebrate,suzi.