Fingers crossed for shrift and Dublin.

At my workplace, we get goodbyes and good lucks and we will miss you's (and one person who persists, despite being begged multiple times not to, in announcing with either great sadness or great sorrow, which *always* makes it sound like he's about to announce a death) if someone is moving to another spot within the uni; if they're a faculty member moving on to heading another uni or a swanky state or federal post we get an announcement from the chancellor; but if someone is sacked they just vanish (unless their signature is needed on a regular basis, in which case we get a brief email telling us that they're no longer signing, the interim signer is [Name], and we'll be notified as soon as a permanent signer is in place, but never, ever any details).

Dublin is so beautiful.

Happy birthday, Suzi! Have you read any Jennifer Crusie? I think you'd like her, and the latest one, Maybe This Time, was better than I expected.

I've also been pushing The Scorpio Races, by Maggie Stiefvater, on everyone. It's a fantastic book, and I bet you'd love it.

I need to hire someone to hold my hand while I do hard things, which seems like every day right now. As long as hire = make cookies for.

Ooh, Dublin!

Have you read any Jennifer Crusie? I think you'd like her

My favorites are Faking It, Welcome to Temptation, and Bet Me.

Seanan McGuire's InCryptid books are a LOT of fun (Discount Armageddon, Midnight Blue Light Special, and Half-Off Ragnarok so far, with another one Pocket Apocalypse coming out next month).

shrift, Dublin would be wonderful. Job~ma.

So my boss just showed up and told me his flight was cancelled. Thirty seconds later the annoying client called me. I'm so glad my boss was there to take the call, as the annoying client denied two or three times that he had installed our program a certain way, and finally my boss figured out he did do what he said he didn't do.

I would have been pulling my hair out if I had to talk to him alone. He's also one of those clients who just keeps on talking without letting me get a word in and he goes off on tangents that have nothing to do with what we're talking about.

Or as in every year, my biggest complaint, rockers wanting to do Hollywood glamor. Why stick with the ball gown shtick? Where's the leather and silly fun?

They need to make sure Björk attends, that way you can count on at least one person being dressed as the Empire State Building or arriving in the pouch of a giant animatronic kangaroo float.

shirft, mr. flea had a job interview in Dublin in 2011, and I went along. It's a great city and I'd love to live there (assuming I didn't have to buy a house, which looked crazy). One caveat - it's really far north, so the midwinter is dark.

One caveat - it's really far north, so the midwinter is dark.

But their winters are like Seattle winters and not Chicago winters. (Which is hardly winter to me at all.) I was there this time two years ago and it was cool, but green.

I did get home for lunch and got a chunk of burned CDs thrown away, plus 5 paper grocery bags full of shredded paper into recycling. I broke down 4 boxes for tomorrow's recycling.

Not sure what to do with all the cds I have, I don't want to keep them, but I do not have cases anymore as I kept them in sleeves in 3 ring binders.