Ooh, those are fun.

There's a new intern at work that is a Joss Whedon character come to life. I want to squish him. He's cute in an adorkable way, and way way way intellectual, with a funny nasal voice. I can't have a proper conversation with him because his mind is just way too . . . on a different level. In a dorky lame way that makes me think it must get lonely being that deep a thinker. I brought it all back to poop. (My two main topics of conversation are cats and feces).

He was going on about the historic letters he'd scanned and was deciphering, and mentioning something akin to serial commas, which I layman'd into AOL speak of the late 19th century. Where even the most educated opted to use commas instead of periods, and the sentences just Never Ended.

I still want to squish him, even if he baffles me. His mind is just so far outside my ken. I tried, lamely, relating to him on the matter of the Oxford comma, but he turned out to be agnostic on the matter. He tried relating to me when I brought up EMPs and the apocalypse, and he quipped back "I don't know how to grow things, please give me food". Squish.

IapartmentNews, I have no idea what to text back to neighbor llady that doesn't offend her or contradict my conversation with our landlady.

I really wish that the neighbors hadn't somehow appointed themselves liasons between me and the landlady. Let me make my own fucking arrangements, thank you please.

Just don't respond. You are under no obligation to the neighbor. It is between you and your landlady. If she gets pestery, "I've taken care of it, thanks."

I have no idea what to text back to neighbor llady that doesn't offend her

You aren't comfortable giving strangers access to your home without you or the property owner being there. Period. And a minimum of 24 hours (if that is the law there) notice.

I have a spot of eczema that just does not want to go away entirely. It gets just close enough to being better that I forget to put the goo on it and then it flares back up. Does not like heat and stress, both of which I am swimming in.

Lucic scores the first goal of the Stanley Cup Final!

Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuins!!!

Lucic scores again! And I suspect he will when he gets home tonight, too.

And Chicago makes it a contest!

The customer I'm talking to is DVRing the game and yelling at his son for celebrating goals and spoiling him for the game.

I got my formal employment offer. I guess I'm happy about it, but really I'm mostly just tired right now.

And I have to do a pre-employment drug screen, which I tried to do on my lunch break but the lab was closed (for lunch), so I have to go tomorrow morning and I just realized I left the paperwork in my desk at work. I can go into the office before the lab opens, so it's not a big deal, but man this whole process has just been one damn thing after another and it's not done yet. Maybe after that's behind me I will feel more celebratory.

But it will be nice to have a salary, and it's a nice one, benefits kick in after 30 days (I think, all that's on the paperwork that I left at the office - something kicks in after 30 days. something else after three months, blah blah blah I hope the 2-day orientation is informative because tere is a lot I don't know), super short commute, regular hours that I find congenial, work that is pretty interesting and within my capabilities. Good things.

Congratulations, -t!