...when I handed it to the receptionist, she was like "hmm..." and then went "OH!" Because the bill wasn't mine. Although the email it was attached to was addressed to me, the bill was for someone else (and had her name and address, I just somehow hadn't noticed). HIPAA violation y/n?

yes.

Trump and Kim - what happens when two narcissistic madmen with nukes start posturing and grunting at each other like gorillas and neither can back down? We'll soon find out, on the next episode of "America: Meltdown"! I'm alternating between being annoyed with both of them and being terrified.

I think our best bet would be to convince all the cable companies to give them each their own cable channel on the condition that they step down from office and agree to remain private citizens for the rest of their lives.

You do not have a fiduciary responsibility to turn a profit on your life.

Very wise.

Is that like the absolute stupidest thing in the world to do, since we don't own the place?

Nope! But get the landlord's agreement in writing for everything you're attaching to the property, otherwise you will probably not have the right to take it with you when you go. Also, save the things you replace, because you will have to put them back on when you move out (and bear that cost, too).

I spent over two hours yesterday doing remedial telephone set up with the office on campus handling this. They simply do not believe me when I say, "there is no room 319 in this building." It keeps re-appearing on the spreadsheet, although I take it off and put notes in.

omg 7am meeting will never end.

I would like a pat on the back for owning up to something I screwed up.

Good job, Jesse. That probably sucked, but you did it.

Thank you!

On the upside, I successfully exchanged my headphones that crapped out after like two weeks. I know that's what I get for buying $10 CVS headphones, but I was impressed they even let me exchange them, without any receipt, packaging, or anything.

I'm still bitter about the lack of Radio Shack.

Good job, Jesse! That's hard to do and important. And congrats on the headphone exchange.

So no one has shown Sparky the hidden room? I mean, it shouldn't have a telephone, but...

There probably was a 319 at one time, but they used to just switch room numbers all the time here -- as in, X is moving to a different office, just swap the signs to save money. Trying to get it straightened out was fun! (again, no, it wasn't)

I stopped trying to tell them 319 didn't exist and am just going with the second half of what I've been telling them, "we do not need a phone there." It will appear on spreadsheets long after I am dead and gone.

I adulted like a boss this morning. My Subaru has dozens of new warning lights, and as I came home last night, I swerved around something and the tire pressure light came on. New lights on my dashboard make me panic, but I mostly-calmly went home, told myself that I could afford a new set of tires (oof, with an all-wheel-drive, one new tire means all new tires), then got up a bit early so I could drive over to my wonderful car place barely a mile away to get it checked. I was greeted warmly--new car means fewer visits to the garage--and they checked my tires. All the tires were a little low on air, and they were happy to explain the warning system. So I relieved an anxiety, took care of my car, and got to work on time.