After saying I've never gotten anything from a boss I come in to what looks like a jar of something and a family card from the new boss. Goes to show.

In order to get the week's hours down to 40 I slept in this morning, almost an extra hour. Felt indolent. Came in an hour and a half late. And I'd still have to take an hour's lunch break and leave by two. Which I can't do. So I'm going to have to underbill this week.

ION, Two Lumps is pretty funny today.

Ha ha ha. I can't believe it took me to the end to pick up on it.

ION, one of my co-workers got all gift-y today! She got me Grandma's Dead: Breaking Bad News with Baby Animals and the Jane Austen action figure!! Both of which are great gifts for me! I gave her a hug. Yes, a hug. At work! Scandalous.

So, rewind to last night and me asking about how to free CJ's bike from his bike lock. Today I asked KCD, who has the day off, if he would take CJ over to school, double check his locker and the lost and found. If that didn't turn up the keys, then ask if they had bolt cutters and work from there.

So, KCD took him over to school. CJ opened his locker and dug through all the stuff at the bottom while KCD noticed something hanging on a hook at the top. Gosh, what could it be.

Best resolution possible, but man, that kid. Making me nuts.

Shit, Anne Rice is writing Bible fanfic and I know mine couldn't possibly be worse than hers.

I think this is an entirely safe statement to make, on just about every level.

But it's so transparently trying to have it both ways. It's absolutely morally wrong until there's a tough consequence to standing by your morals.

"Wrong for thee but not for me" as the saying goes.

Ahaha! I do that all the time. Freak out and then find something exactly where it's supposed to be.

A very relaxed cat: [link]

Freak out and then find something exactly where it's supposed to be.

My favorite example of me doing this was when I was working at Waldenbooks. We had closed the store, gone to the back room and gotten our coats and bags, and were all walking back through the store to leave. I was scrabbling through my purse, trying desperately to find my keys, and told my manager that I might have to return to the back room to find them, when I realized that while I was rooting through the purse with the right hand, I had the keys already in my left hand. Boy, did I feel like an idiot!

Speaking of gifting, I don't know what's appropriate for our apartment building manager in LA. In NY, it was pretty clear what we should tip the super. But here? Do people tip the resident manager?

Oh yeah! I'm assuming that since I haven't seen or spoken to building management since a maintenance guy gave me my mail key (a week after I moved in!), I don't have to tip anyone. SWEET.

A potluck email went out to 52 team members this Monday. When I checked the signup sheet yesterday fewer than 20 people had signed up, including one person who said they hadn't decided what to bring yet. Epic fail.

I am one of those failures, I have no shame in saying. But I don't even know any of the people who have signed up. Who needs new people anyway?