At my previous job I had a coworker who, in spite of having no other external signs of evil, would ask questions at any meeting that showed the slightest possibility of ending early. "Well, since we have time, let me follow up on point X. Do you think that . . . ?" She would also ask questions that had already been answered in meetings that showed no sign of early ending, but it was the situations where we were all, "done and dusted, coffee time" where she really shone.

If a meeting is scheduled for an hour, my boss will fill the hour with words whether we need them or not.

At my previous job I had a coworker who, in spite of having no other external signs of evil, would ask questions at any meeting that showed the slightest possibility of ending early.

I have a co-worker like that. We can always count on her to pipe up with a question and then fail to understand the answer, go off on a tangent, and waste at least ten minutes.

FWIW, if you have the FB app on your phone, it's always listening *and* interrogating nearby devices (like, say, your friends' phones).

Always? Could that be the reason people say something randomly and then see an ad for that thing pop up in FB?

Not all Internet of Things devices are easily hacked if configured correctly. Stuff that you'd want to be secure like locks and cameras are generally capable of encrypted communication and it would take quite a bit of effort to intercept

That is good to know. The only thing I'm really concerned about is having my security camera hacked. No one else needs to be watching my property. Though, I guess, since my name&address are public record, anyone who really wants to find me can do so pretty easily. But still the idea that someone else could be watching through my camera's eye is disturbing.

At my previous job I had a coworker who, in spite of having no other external signs of evil, would ask questions at any meeting that showed the slightest possibility of ending early.

Ugh, I would snap.

Always? Could that be the reason people say something randomly and then see an ad for that thing pop up in FB?

I don't think anyone has proven this conclusively (and of course FB denies it), but probably yes.

People of the world, please check if I am included in the addresses an email was sent to before forwarding it to me. I don't need 4 copies. I didn't even need 1 copy, really, but I absolutely do not need any more.

One more check in the "keep buying fliphones" column for me.

More vivid dreams last night, though not nightmares this time. I was back in college, staying in Felicity-style dorms where one of my three roommates was Angel and I seemed to be the only person who'd realized he was a vampire. A developmentally disabled classmate of mine also showed up aggressively handing out religious flyers on campus, but aside from them all the other people (roommates, the coeds in the opposite dorm/apartment, clasmates, teachers) were people that I have no familiarity with in waking life.

A later dream involved Mom offering to pick up take out food and pushing a place whose ad had a fly on the table in the picture of the food. My reaction was "if they're OK letting customers see THAT, what's going on in their kitchen?"

Therapy day and in an effort to report doing things I have made 2 out of 3 phone calls for personal stuff I have been avoiding.

Therapy day

For me, too. It is, as always, hard. And, as always, I feel compelled to declare that it's bullshit. (Even though it's helpful. I just hate that it's so fucking hard. I need a nap. And then chocolate. And then another nap. But instead I have work. And then more work.)

My morning commute was double the usual distance. Because I finally have my home office set-up. Ok, it isn't all set, but my desk and other officey items are moved out of my room and across the hall. Ahhhh, I have so much room now.

Teppy, I didn't have therapy, though I probably should, but I'd ADORE and nap, chocolate, nap sandwich. Instead I have work/laundry/work/grocery shopping plus more that I can't even think of. I got off of using my bullet journal during the trip that wouldn't end and I'm kinda waiting for the next week to start clean.

Oh, and I JUST realized that my computer was still on Pacific time, so I just "lost" an hour. Ugh.