And for less-gothy, but with extra swearing, there's Unfuck Your Habitat.
The recipe for soap-scum-busting solution is magic! Equal parts Dawn dish soap and vinegar, spray it on, let it sit (time depending on how bad the scum is), then scrub and rinse. Smells ... strong; not bad, less of a strong vinegar odor, but it's a strong smell.
Completely NOT related to anything except my personal outrage: Malibu is going to begin letting volunteers issue parking tickets. Does that seem nuts to anyone else? Also, they say that it will free up the Malibu police to take care of more serious crime. Serious Malibu crime? I totally want to find their police blotter.
I am so over my coworkers lately, and I don't know if they're being particularly irritating or it's just the fact that I'm leaving the job soon and already mentally checked out.
If it were me, the answer would be the latter. Because I am REALLY good at convincing myself things don't bother me, when there's nothing to be done about them. When I can see a light at the end of the tunnel? Hate everything.
Fudgesicles are a good lunch, right?
Home with a flu/cold thing. Time to clear off the TiVo.
My road trip partner in crime is having a horrible day at work. At lunch I told her that I'm planning a visit to Hanger One/St.George's distillary while we are in the Bay Area. She said that should get her through the afternoon. Heeee...the promise of alcohol.