Our new cubicles are half the height with clear tops 18 inches from the top of the desks. If I sit up straight, I can't see anyone elses computer, but I can see anyone who's leaning back in their chair. If I lean back, I can see other people's computer. I have an actual wall behind me, but I'm the first you see when you come around the corner from the elevator. So I need to be mindful of what's on my computer screen. Fortunately I tend to webpages with fanfic text rather than pictures.

I work in a building with an elevator! This thrills me stupidly. I've always worked in make-do and old buildings. This is new and shiny and modern.

And I can watch it rain.

I'm working at the library bookstore tonight. So far not that many sales, but I have met some interesting people, and I think I'm going to leave with too many books again.

I have a cold and too much work to do in the hours I have. Plus when I get home tonight I have to clean for the cleaning lady. Don't wanna. But do want clean house.

Send more spoons. And Friday isn't here yet. Ugg.

I found a spoon in my purse. Sadly it was a literal spoon and not a metaphorical spoon. I could use those.

Sorry, omnis. I can't find any.

all of ours need to be washed. literally.

and perhaps figuratively!

Then my spoon turned metaphorical because I met people who want me to shoot their diabetic cat but they are totally awesome so I think I made local political allies and new friends and I likely am going to get paid to shoot their cat as well. I fled eventually because Too Much Social but I think it's a long-term good thing.

Shoot=give the cat a shot, right? Because I got a nasty jolt there.

Oh, twice a day injections of insulin shooting. The really helpful kind of shooting. God, my job (or a lifestyle choice) has made me crass. Helpful medicinal injections.