work is a bunch of mini-clusterfucks today.

I think my boss is changing times of meetings on his calendar directly without sending a change to other people and/or changing the times of meetings that I am the originator of, NOT HIM. Our staff meeting time was one thing on his calendar and another on mine and everyone elses'. The invitation was sent from my calendar, so the time on mine should be for everyone. Him messing with stuff makes me look unorganized.

Another Director grabs me this morning to tell me that big boss wants in on a mtg and that "he knew nothing about it", said so accussingly. The meeting in question has been set up for weeks and I invited everyone the Director told me to. If the boss didn't know about the meeting, it is because you did not tell me to invite him and you never told him about it. NOT MY FAULT. Also, check the invitations you have me send out, have some responsibility for stuff. This Director is FOREVER having last minute meetings and wondering why things aren't done that he never told anyone about. I informed him that the Big Bosses day was full and that the invitation had been sent weeks ago to everyone he told me to include. pisser.

I wish I had something to get as psyched about as Opening Day makes baseball fans.

For me, it was the news that the lockout broke over the weekend. Back on your skates, whiny overpaid players! Mush, mush!

and I screwed up a video conference call for this morning. now franticaly trying to fix, but need answers from others to fix it. ugh. DO OVER!

I wish I had something to get as psyched about as Opening Day makes baseball fans.

I'm eagerly awaiting a bunch of movies this year: Whedon's Much Ado About Nothing, The Great Gatsby, Iron Man 3, Thor 2, the next Star Trek -- and probably others I'm forgetting. (Mostly, with the exception of Much Ado and Gatsby, I just want to see things blow up on the big screen. And, frankly, Gatsby would be improved with a few well-placed explosions.)

Consuela, have you had your chimney swept and checked? If not, that might be a good thing, if you've not had a fire before.

I had the chimney completely rebuilt about eight years ago, and hadn't used it since. So that wasn't a concern.

I made my fire, and although it took a long time to get going (not enough tinder/kindling), it was very pleasant later in the evening. And I had roasted brussel sprouts for dinner, nom.

Today I'm at work, boo. But at least my desk is clean.

And, frankly, Gatsby would be improved with a few well-placed explosions.)

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the BOOOOOOM.”

I just want to see things blow up on the big screen. And, frankly, Gatsby would be improved with a few well-placed explosions.)

I like to see movies that do what books can't: explode. In the case of Gatsby, an explosion that kills the whole lot early on would be an improvement. The Great Gatsby is one of the classics that could be improved by vampires.

I have a wood stove that came with the house that I have had a fire in maybe once. It's in an awkward position in the room to appreciate. Maybe if the room wasn't filled with bookshelves...

I like winter. I'd like it better if, like in Narnia, it was never Christmas.

I would like a wood stove in my office because it is roughly the temperature of the North Pole in here. Outside in the hall it's perfectly fine, but apparently there is some sort of heat-repellent force field that's preventing it from coming in here.

It is true that The Great Gatsby has quite a few people who aren't very likeable. When I read the book the first time (in hs), I was even hating on the narrator.