Awesome news, Jilli!

Kickstarter just sent me a newsletter that included this project to make a real card game out of something fictional.

That's terrific, Jilli! Also, your mention of The Damned the other day sent me poking around YouTube to hear some of their stuff. I found a song that I'd been trying to remember for for months (without remembering the name, artist, or enough lyrics to be useful with Google--Sanctum Sanctorum). So now I can move on and start wondering about other half-remembered college-era stuff. Thanks!

I have realized what having a "thick skin" and also being "seasoned" mean at work. When someone says some dumb-ass stuff in a meeting, I know in my heart that she can fuck off because she's wrong. I don't worry about it at all. Unlike my poor coworker who takes everything 100% personally and gets super upset. I swear to god, once in my working life have I been as upset in the office (about work) as she is at least weekly. It's so weird.

I have realized what having a "thick skin" and also being "seasoned" mean at work. When someone says some dumb-ass stuff in a meeting, I know in my heart that she can fuck off because she's wrong. I don't worry about it at all. Unlike my poor coworker who takes everything 100% personally and gets super upset. I swear to god, once in my working life have I been as upset in the office (about work) as she is at least weekly. It's so weird.

Hah! This is so core to all the drama in my office this past year. I swear to god I'm the only person in my entire department who has never a) complained (in the official or quasi-official sense) about a coworker or b) been complained about. It's fucking ridiculous, is what it is.

People are ridiculous!

I swear to god, once in my working life have I been as upset in the office (about work) as she is at least weekly. It's so weird.

I get overly emotional at work often enough that my performance reviews often contain the phrase, "she wears her heart on her sleeve."

And then I go Ani DiFranco and think, "no, it's underneath my right pant leg, strapped to my boot."

So the power is off here on our block in Highland Park again. This time I just went to the library--my boss will text me when the power is back.

Also, the bank across the street from us got robbed this morning. Pretty boring from our perspective--just a lot of cops milling about, and "Police Line" yellow tape in front of the doors. (The robber fled earlier on foot. We didn't notice.)

Sumo's post reminds me: I invented a card game, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock, the Card Game. I wanted to test-play it with people on this trip.

I don't really get upset at work anymore- maybe once or twice a year. I do get irritated and bitch to friends, though. Because my workplace is stupid sometimes. I am trying to get business cards for my new director. I have neither her professorial appointment information nor am I allowed to actually fill out the form for the business card. So instead of HR talking to accounting about the business card and leaving me out of it (and HR and Accounting are 2 people who sit next to each other), I have to gather the information and give it to accounting who fills out the form! I am going to lose it.