shrift, I have just remembered that I had a dream this morning that I was going to interview at your workplace, and when I walked in, it was all craziness, like a food court and games and carnival rides and no one actually working, and there was no reception desk or anything, and I couldn't find anyone to tell me where to find the person I was supposed to be meeting with.

I am sure this is an accurate representation of your real-life working condition.

...well, you wouldn't be able to just walk into a building that didn't have a reception desk because the doors would be locked and require an employee badge.

-t, I envy you having skies dark enough and clear enough that the Summer Triangle is non-obvious.

While digging around for my lease so I could get the building intercom programmed so I don't have to go downstairs to let in visitors, I discovered two Target gift cards I'd forgotten about! This is great because I'm trying NOT to use my credit card for a while.

It was really lovely, dcp. When she first pointed out the summer triangle right about sunset (during her presentation on alien planets, which was terrific, because I guess that's where Kepler was looking), it was pretty obvious, but then I lost it as more stars came out. And my phone was trying to direct me to some other triangle constellation? The dark skies are one of the features of this particular park, but it's only a half hour drive from me, so I'll have to remember that when I want to see something in particular. Although maybe it closes at dusk when there isn't a special event. But pulling of the highway as if I was going into the park would probably work pretty well for many purposes, if the park proper is closed.

Hooray surprise gift cards!

My mid-morning snack is more second breakfasty than usual: deviled egg, grapefruit, and tea. I was prepared to make egg salad, actually, but the egg kept its shape really well, for once. I think I am about to add cake, though, because it is my next-cube-neighbor's birthday.

Brenda, we are going to need a full report on this wedding. It sounds BONKERS.

My mom once went to a wedding where the mother of the groom threw up on the dance floor. Lest you think, oh, it was nerves, or oh, the poor dear must have had food poisoning -- NO. The poor dear was tossing back shots like she was on Spring Break, and it all went downhill from there.

Chocolate cake with strawberry filling and frosting. Delish.

My cousin's wedding included the family of the bride parking next to the outdoor venue, dad getting out of the car with no shirt on, walking to the back to put on a wrinkled button up shirt with his jeans, before grabbing his personal beer cooler.

I also saw more bra straps on display - not the arm straps, the back of the bra - than one would see at Victoria's Secret.

Brenda, that sounds amazing.

Jesse, you made me giggle.

1/2 way through with the interview. Two more people to talk to. Thought I did well with the first guy but his language at the end wasn't encouraging. Ugh. Luck still needed!

Kick some ass, meara!