"These are my twin daughters, Monique and Eunique." - Eddie Murphy.

I was so saddened to hear about Chumley, Theo. Sometimes they make their own decisions.

We are in the process of handing off projects and people have been saying to me, "I will learn from the master!" when I say that I'm comfortable chasing down leadership.

My problem now is I get so many "favors" from these folks (i.e., the stuff that is critical to my job, but relatively minor to theirs) that I hate to add one more thing.

I had to rescue Mr Peabody from a small empty shipping box today. I accidentally knocked it off the table and it fell in the middle of his path to the door. I found him making pitiful little growls at it. It was maybe 6 inches high. He can jump at least four feet high.

The talk I need to deliver tomorrow as part of an all-day job interview has only barely reached Hot Mess status. At least I am mostly past the You Can't Edit A Blank Page status?

I hear you, flea--just got the email saying "what days are you free to set up this interview" (internal job thing), which means I need to get my ass in gear figuring out some "tell me about a time when..." stories. The good news is, I know a few of the people I report to are rooting for me...the bad news is they are not the ones interviewing me.

Thank you, brenda! I think you are better at leaning in than I am.

I think brenda is probably pretty darn good at that!

I did like, six hours of work, but now it is SO HOT upstairs in my room I can't think. What I SHOULD do is bring my laptop off the docking station (hooked to printer, keyboard, monitor) and bring it to teh basement where I am now. Which is much cooler. But instead I'm going to watch some orange is the new black. I do have one more thing I need to do today, and another thing that is due at 10AM that nobody has sent me half the required info, which is irksome.

Timelies all!

Sleepy. At least it's not raining. (Probably will soon enough. It's summer in DC.)

I found him making pitiful little growls at it. It was maybe 6 inches high. He can jump at least four feet high.

Heh.

Muppet-style flail -- I think I found an apartment! That Sara and Ben and I can share! For rent I can afford!

::flails more::

We usually get a notice about staff reviews from HR at the end of March. This year it had not come by June so I asked - they say we are redoing the forms and you will have them this week. We are still waiting, although they did send a long email to tell us when the nonexistent forms are due and to tell us we should start them a.s.a.p.

Fantastic news, Amy! Crossing appendages as needed for you.

Indeed! Apartment~ma, Amy.

I'm trying to be good and just breathe until everything's signed and official. It's hard, though!