Happy Birthday, Shir!

Happy Anniversary, Sheryl and DH!

I have just been given a "list all the applications that..." task, and I have no freaking idea where to start or who to ask. Problem is, I know who not to ask, and that's a bit intimidating.

Waterpiks could be non-flosser's friend(I am the worst flosser ever, cutting my gums and all kinds of junk.) My gums aren't *good* yet, but they are a lot better now...well between Water-pik and Scary, Thorough, Russian Hygienist.

Penguin power walk.

Don't you think that it's a bit...not done to express confusion or disagreement at not having the same job title/ranking as the person you're talking to? I mean, I get what he's saying but...not everything has to be said out loud to everyone.

And just because he's not senior like me doesn't mean he's junior. He's just...middle.

I have a peculiar symptom in my bathroom. Which sounds like this is going to be way grosser than it is. But...after I use the shower and have the lights switched on, there's a dripping/clicking noise in the light fixture. If the lights are off, it's silent, and it doesn't start until after I shower.

It's going to explode and electrocute me in the middle of a shower, isn't it?

I don't know -- when the roof was leaking last summer, we had water pouring out of a light switch in the kitchen, and nothing ever happened. Not that I didn't freak out about it, but the landlord is an electrician, and he didn't seem concerned.

Water+electricity=death!

I watch TV. I know these things.

Just like air bubble+IV=death.

Oh, right. Never mind.

Yeah, it won't explodiate you probably, but it sounds like a leak, for sure. Remember when I had the upstairs neighbor (also a renter) who did his own plumbing? Good times.

These fuckers at the new apartment are a really PITA. I had to go to two different offices to sign the lease and pick up the keys, and I wasn't supposed to be able to get the keys until 1! But they were there. But seriously: lease signing between 10 and 2 in location, key pickup between 1 and 4 in a different one? That's fucked up. But they did give me a gift back with some Mrs. Meyer's cleaning solution and hand soap as well as toilet paper and a mug, so that's nice?

Also I will not mention that when the lease-signing lady was flipping through the umpteenth document, it said something about no pets. My broker assured me the cat was fine, and the lady pointed out many things in the various documents, but not that, so I'm going to believe it's fine.

Deep breaths.

Luckily, my 1pm got cancelled.

I know it's a leak, because it was leaking. And I told the maintenance guy and the building manager this, but all they've witnessed is the clicking, so they're not doing anything.

I'm not sure why we need to wait until more water is pouring from the ceiling, but it's not actually my ceiling, so I'll let it go.

Amy, I love that picture of the penguins. Can't you just hear the swelling music?