Go, Bob!

Natural gas:

It explodes.

Note that its promoters say it's a clean-burning fuel. They ignore the fact that it's a greenhouse gas and way more leaks from pipelines and natural gas production than is officially acknowledged.

Never send a woman who doesn't like sweets to get the donuts. I got classics and crullers (or whatever the long skinny things are called) and chocolate and glazed. It looked supremely boring in the box.

I'm receiving mixed messages now. First it was "let her make her own mistakes" then just recently it was "tell her what to do and call her on her bullshit" and now I'm back to "don't lead her". And in a way today and yesterday I did both. She had an idea, but it was my prompting and rushed timetable that made it happen when it did and I can't say if she would have taken the initiative to follow through on her own.

Timelies all!

Yay Bob!

Aw, Harry the Dirty Dog was a Jeopardy clue. I love that book.

and he doesn't have to go back for a YEAR!

Hooray!

All the things I think I know about natural gas are actually about propane, I think. I'm definitely more up on petroleum products in general. What little I might actually know would be from having a roommate who worked for The Gas Company 25 years ago...

So, I had to stay late for a meeting (and I didn't take a lunch today because too much to do) BUT the meeting started with my grandboss saying I must be doing something right to get this particular account to want to be doing more business with us, and ended with a nebulous plan for me to present to my boss, grandboss and great-grand boss re: this account's requirements moving forward. Pretty positive, on the whole, if also the reward for doing a good job being more work. Hopefully it will also be more money at some point. That would be nice.

Speaking of, we all just watched a keeshund puppy (think smallish dog wrapped in an enormous poofy grey and white coat) arrive at the park and promptly get rolled into a huge mud puddle by another dog.

my grandboss

Oh, I like that. I'm never sure if my boss is my supervisor or if it's the department head. Probably the department head, because I'm on one supervisor's team, but any of the supervisors can tell me to do stuff.

Yay on Bob's appointment, lisah!

I can't decide if those people need a new marketing copywriter or not.

::swoons:: Jesse, will you marry me?

Onerousing is technically done except now I need to help Franny clean her bedroom. feh.

Drat, I can't get my heart rate monitor to work. You leave a thing lying around for an undetermined but lengthy period of time and the batteries lose all their juice. Who'd a thunk it? Fortunately, it is an easy fix (I am assuming the battery is the actual problem).

OK, enough messing around with technology, must actually put on my shoes and run.

I oneroused. I decluttered my desk drawer, trundled myself into town to help with a student's benevolence request, and then I OPENED MY MAIL from the IRS right away. It was telling me I'm overpaid. So good thing I didn't spend a week dreading that.