My hoodie is an aggressive thuggish hoodie. It's a krav hoodie. For what that's worth.

Now I'm being harassed about whether or not I'm coming in to the office tomorrow. I have one friend on this team dammit, and everyone keeps pointing out that it's only because we've never worked on a project together. I call that slanderous coincidence, that's what I call it. He's got my back regardless.

So in honor of American Cancer Society Daffodil Days, the company is providing daffodils in vases "to all the ladies." What, guys don't get cancer? They don't like daffodils? WTF? Fortunately, it's "come get your daffodil in a vase!" and I don't intend to go get one.

edit: Oh, sorry, the official wording is "for each female employee." Why, HR, why?

Timelies all!

I mostly listen to classic rock radio, so I don't know what most current hit songs sound like. I've heard "Someone like you" in passing in public places. Have yet to hear Adele sing "Rolling in the deep". (I've heard two covers, one on The Sing-Off and one by a band performing at a benefit show.)

I'm more likely to know what a pop singer looks like, than what they sound like, since I read Go Fug Yourself regularly.

I have still never heard "Rolling in the Deep."

Kate, me neither!

You know what app would be really amazing? I'd like to be able to do a sign and have it recorded and then have a dictionary look up of matching signs. Grace knows more sign than I do which makes it complicated when I can't figure out what she is is signing.

I love Adele's voice. I love Rolling In The Deep and I like Rumor Has It. I don't much care for any of her other songs.

Which makes her like most other singers I like, with only a couple songs on my iPod.

Steph, P-C, my refrain (mostly in my head) over the past couple of days is, "You work here, right??? And have for some time??? THIS IS HOW WE DO THINGS. Christ."

That was very odd. They didn't ever try to play lip service to modesty--they told me to strip to the waist in the consulting room and then to come on over into the adjoining radiology room...no robe, nothing.

That is very odd. I think it's vaguely ridiculous when they have me put on a robe for a reguar lady-checkup... and then open the top and then open the bottom, but I basically appreciate not lying there naked.

I really can't with people and the hoodies. Of course I have looked twice at a teenager with hood up, but that is so not the point.

Steph, P-C, my refrain (mostly in my head) over the past couple of days is, "You work here, right??? And have for some time??? THIS IS HOW WE DO THINGS. Christ."

Well, the problem is we have these two new people who have decided that, clearly, HOW WE DO THINGS is completely wrong and they must fuck everything up, how did we get along without them?

We have someone named Mary. When the new MD met her, the first thing she said was, "You're Mary? Mary had a little lamb?"

WHO DOES THAT.

My problem is that my boss refuses to make decisions (or approve any policies) about how we do things, so we are maddeningly inconsistent.

My Dr. gives me a robe and has me lie under a sheet for the regular lady checkup.

My dr. IS a lady, and she still gives me a goofy little paper shirt thingy and a blanket for the nether regions.