SERIOUSLY.

Who does that?

I texted my manager, who's going to be all "Why are you telling me?"

Because she's your employee, and she's doing random counterproductive shit like this, and I want you to be aware. Really aware.

Wow, that is some kind of bullshit.

OK, I realize I'm probably the only person watching Single Ladies on VH1, but OMGWTFcliffhangers! That show is....objectively really bad (writing, acting), but I just love how the relationships work. No one gets punished for sleeping around (or dating around without sex).

Well, great, Jesse, now you've (almost) tempted me to watch that show.

I do remember, when Emmett started getting into Friends a couple of years ago, being shocked at how much sex all the female characters had without being punished for it (beyond, say, Monica's momentary embarrassment at having been talked into bed by a liar with a fake sob story). Over the course of the entire series, Rachel slept with a *ton* of guys who weren't Ross, sometimes on the first date, sometimes on the only date, and it never affected the fact that Ross was her lobster and she was his ideal. And I couldn't remember any show since then that simply assumed that women like sex, just like men do, and can go out and have it -- and even have it end badly, or decide they don't like the guy they just had it with -- without the rest of their world collapsing.

ION, I need to get going quickly to ambush a garage saler. Late yesterday afternoon Matilda and I were walking home from the kids' consignment store and passed a little pink house with tons of glassware and toys out front, including a bucketload of Harry Potter stuff. Thinking like a reader and viewer rather than either a FAN or an EBAY PERSON, I bought a Gringott's savings book with all 24 commemorative coins for myself and a Fossil Quidditch watch for Matilda for a grand total of $3.

Ebay is now telling me that they're probably worth at least a hundred dollars each, and now my brain is telling me, "Holy shit, you're a moron for walking right past the huge box of NIB first edition action figures." It was mid to late afternoon and she hadn't sold much of anything, so I'm hope-hope-hoping I can go by this morning before church, or at least leave a note on her door, saying WANT YOUR TOYS CALL ME MAYBE or some such.

Wow!

Well, great, Jesse, now you've (almost) tempted me to watch that show.

Seriously, it's really bad. I just can't quit it! It does have Principal McHottie from Buffy.

The developer has replied that we're not behind because of her (we are, but I pointedly didn't state a reason), and that she'll "compromise" by coming in ;late Tuesday , so we can learn what it's like to work part of the day with no one to answer our questions (she's in the central time zone).

I did reply that I can't answer her questions no matter what time my work day starts (i did not remind her that answering her questions isn't my job but hey), but let's not deliberately get further behind, since the final dates of the project do not move--and what time we lose here, she has to make up later, but I've also got external groups ready to work Tuesday, and we can't if she takes the keys with her when she goes.

This discussion is happening in front of our manager, but I don't think that her tit for tatting will get her in any trouble. Not with our manager--would with our boss, though. He's mad at everything these days.

Red bag (#3) has been purchased, and now I am trying to decide which of the many errands and chores on my to do list I am actually likely to do today.

Going back to bed isn't on the list, but it is a contender.

Argh. May bite off roommates head when she gets back. She took off for a run early, and we agreed we'd go to brunch at 10, and planned accordingly--shed run at 7, I'd get up and work out at 8. The run was supposed to take less than two hours. It's now 930, she's not back, not answering texts, and I'm fucking starving. And I bet you she will return having stopped for a muffin or something. Because the run made her hungry. Which means she WON'T be incentivized by hunger to speed through taking a shower and stuff. (I'd go without her but she has the car and keys). Grr.

Day Two of Being An Orphan* proceeds with waiting for the relatives to decide when the funeral service will be held. My input is that we should wait till next weekend, what with the holiday travel, various of my nephews and nieces with their first week of school starting, my SiL who is a teacher ditto, and oh yeah, The Project That I've Been Working On For The Past Year Going Live.

The irony of it is that Mom would have been all apologetic for causing so much trouble to everyone. She liked a good bit of drama when things got Too Quiet maybe, but throwing major monkey wrenches into her relatives' lives, not so much.

I didn't realize how many times a day I thought about calling Mom because I really notice it now that I can't.

* Hey, I might as well milk all the sympathy I feel I should need, right?

Why didn't anyone tell me there was a mild gay pic scandal related to Teen Wolf?

Apparently Colton Hayne's lawyer has been going around telling sites to take down his personal pictures, but the pics they're talking about are from a photoshoot printed in XY Magazine. That is the sort of thing I need to be kept informed about. It's, like, in the rules.