Ah. Our Internet is just plain down. I could still use websites I was already connected to, but once I disconnect then it's all over. Guess I'll stick with The Gap for now.

And it is done and over and he is gone and no drama at all. Thank dog. I work on a truck yard and offices are a trailer, so no building security. It's Texas. All these guys have guns. Many of them make bad impulsive decisions, so I do get on edge when there is an issue. Now I'll be coming down from the being wound upness of it all.

Scary, msbelle!

Yay for figuring it out Gud, even if the answer is "argh, no interwebs!"

Yall, wish me lots and lots of luck and smooth talking from about 815 to 11 my time? I've got an internal interview, am wicked nervous, and afraid they'll be all "you have skillz but try again next time we post this job". Aaaah!

Today's conference-call meeting dissolved into people talking over each other and yelling questions within five minutes, because my boss raised a point that had nothing to do with the matter at hand. The presenter tried desperately to get it under control and assure everyone that this had nothing to do with what was happening, but now everyone is confused and we've spent fifteen minutes answering questions that have zip to do with what we're actually talking about. I often feel like I work with a bunch of drunken teenagers.

Glad it's all over msbelle.

Our Internet problem turns out that nobody paid the bill. This company has revenues of $50 billion and the bill wasn't paid.

msbelle, very glad all is well and you're safe! That was scary even from here.

meara, smooth talking and job~ma!

I'm glad it happened with no drama, msbelle. No one needs that kind of excitement.

Good luck, meara.

Phew, msbelle!

Good luck, meara!

That's classic, Gud. Thank goodness for the Gap!

I have to write performance reviews, and I don't wanna. They are both going to be so good! It's just a PITA and can't I just say, "You're great; carry on"??

Good luck meara!

You guys, I need to be super mean for a bit.

I've gotten roped into going to this wedding this weekend, and it is going to be a train wreck of epic proportions. The groom is someone I like enormously. The bride I don't really know but she is a nice person - and just trashy as hell. From top to bottom this thing is going to be insane.

They actually got married in the spring, but now are doing a full on white dress, catholic church thing. S, the bride, is a fan of uber tanning, enormous amounts of makeup, huge blond extensions(and she's a hair-stylist!) and Kardashianesque fashion. She's been going full tilt at the tanning this month, so expect a raccoon-eyed Oompa Looompa in spandex and tulle.

The music - her three cousins are all singing, and none of them have made time to meet with or even talk to the pianist who will be accompanying them. The pianist himself has not practiced or even familiarized himself with the music yet - "we'll figure it out at the rehearsal".

Her sister, who is maid of honor, will walk in with the usual processional music, and then will step out of line to sing the music that S walks in to: Kissing You from Romeo + Juliet. They have not yet discussed the fact that to get through that song S will need a quarter mile of runway to walk.

Even the invitations - a ghastly mint green and old-lady floral, with unreadable font that still didn't entirely disguise the spelling errors.

I can't even imagine the fashion disasters that will be on display, considering S's friends in their big hair and spandex, but I expect plenty of buttcracks and boobs on display.

The groom's friends, most coming over from Manchester, including his white rapper sister who could be out of an Ali G sketch, and all the lads, can probably be counted on for a fight or two. Good thing he owns the bar where the reception will be.

I just can't even with this wedding. I'm going to have to botox or something to not laugh my ass off through the whole thing.