I'm not worried about me, not in a layoff sense anyway. But obviously there's something going down, and in these times it's probably unlikely to be a new policy of puppies and cupcakes on alternate Wednesdays.

But if that happens I'll totally let you all know.

ugh brenda, your intuition sounds pretty on target. I hope it isn't too stressful, whatever is going down.

Car has been returned to me by the garage. Yay! Now I can go pick up the kids. I just hope the roof stays put.

I had an interview with the contract placement firm -- the guy was hopeful of finding me Notes work, but I want to get some .NET experience! I so very KNOW I can do that well, but I have to get somebody to let me do it, you know?

I gave up climbing on the roof about 10 years ago, when I found I was getting increasingly terrified by the transition from ladder to roof and back. I'm perfectly fine *on* the roof.

Very sensible I wandered into a grief support group online in my early days amongst the interpipe and a surprisingly large number of accidental deaths were from falling off the roof or ladder.

I love the idea of a workplace where every alternate Wednesday the staff gathers and they serve cupcakes and release puppies into the conference room. Sort of puppy bowl + cupcakes.

The puppies would be magical non-allergic, non-peeing and non-pooping puppies, and the cupcakes would be incredible.

When I was a teenager, a local GBI agent would give presentations about drugs and alcohol and tell exciting stories about busting stills. When he showed up with both arms in casts, we all figured there was an exciting story, but no. He had fallen off the ladder while cleaning gutters.

Ladders -- BIL shatter both his heels falling off a ladder. Just as he was recovering his brother did a similar thing, but only shatter one heel.

Then there are is our friend B. Years be fore we knew him he fell through a skylight and broke his back. A few years ago -- he fell off a ladder and cracked his pelvis.

I swear to god, I spent the whole work day yelling about something and not getting anything done. I'm about ready to get up on the roof. BUT I WON'T.

I hate days like that. BUT DON'T!

I tried to climb up on a ladder to our roof, while our house was in construction, to check out the apparently awesome view from there (we joked with our builder we needed to add a second story). But I grabbed the rails and also, unfortunately, a yellowjacket. So my first foray up to my roof ended up with my first bee/wasp sting. I was right off both.

In my misspent youth I fell off a pier and cracked my head and ended up in the ER at 4 am getting dozens of stitches. I only mention it because earlier in the evening we'd been hanging out on the very non-flat, third story roof of a friend's house, so all in all it was probably not the worst thing that could have happened.