I just reimbursed myself from my HSA (I stupidly forgot the card for today's visit) and then organized all my previous expenditures on it as qualified expenses. Eventually, I'll upload the receipts. BUT GODDAMNED I WANT A GOLD STAR. I hate dealing with this shit.

I always associate Dan Rather with my dad. Both had similar hair throughout time and, as they got older, eye bags. And I'd always watch the evening news with my dad.

I did so much today I want a gold star, but I've been putting off FSA for a while, so no star for me.

This afternoon was an all IT scavenger hunt, and it did have an element of performance, but I volunteered as photographer so I only had to act on camera (as an animal of my choice in the restroom mirror) once.

The entire IT department went rogue for three hours and it was more like Hunger Games than Survivor. As well as all the things you had to "collect" by taking pictures (everyone on your team on a different floor of the building at once in the same picture), you could get extra points by taking undetected pictures of another team "collecting".

I don't think most of us realised that no prize was announced until the very end, because everyone went instantaneously beserk. Apparently our team committed a felony (and the Security Officer pointedly photographed it for future leverage) in pursuit of our items.

But we'll lose, since we don't have many spy photos. That'll tip the scales. And one page of items was in code, and we couldn't crack two of the codes.

I am sitting here with my brand new computer on my lap, useless, because I made a bonehead move that I can't even work out what it was....Jesus. I don't even want today, and I have to write and distribute a status report before the day is out.

You get the gold star first.

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For ita_!

Wait, there were no prizes, or you didn't know what they were until the end?

There will be prizes, but the topic didn't come up until the end, and they haven't decided what they are, and they won't be done scoring for a while. There's uploading and evaluation yet to be done. I can't even imagine. There are some real psychos in there. Every minute you were late past check in, you were docked five right answers. The last team came in with 30 seconds to spare, and people barred both doors in order to force the issue.

No one in the IT department can possibly test older than 12.

No one in the IT department can possibly test older than 12.

Sounds like. Wow.

I think that sounds like total fun. But it's also true that my sense of humor is exactly 12 years old. I have finely calibrated this against many age brackets in church campers.

Team flea is go for Dusmesh at 11:30.

Yay!

That's the place! And 11:30 works for me (and I assume Tim). Yay!

Yay!

Any lurkers in the tri-state area, feel free to turn up. The secret password is capybara.

Yay!

I took my mom and my sister to the Field Museum this afternoon and then treated them to some delicious potato and bacon thin crust pizza.

Geez. The entire local police division is outside my apartment.