My department had our holiday breakfast this morning, so now I'm both too full to do anything and slightly over caffeinated.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We are going out for our department thing in a couple of hours. Breakfast and a movie - I think we are seeing Instant Family which I am not looking forward to but what can you do. I looked at the menu for the restaurant last night and they apparently have Gingerbread Pancakes so I AM looking forward to that.
So now I feel bad about being irritated by my coworker, who was supposed to log back on last night. She sent me a text I didn't see that she had something going on at home that she had to deal with, and she hasn't been online today, and my manager isn't answering my chat asking if she has a second to chat. I hope it's just some kind of non-serious drama.
I think we are seeing Instant Family which I am not looking forward to but what can you do.
My boss, who adopted three kids out of foster care, said it was really realistic, for whatever that's worth.
And just like that, my coworker appears.
I'm just generally not interested in nuclear-family-centric narratives. But I am interested in popcorn, and I can always take a nap in the theater.
Fair!
So, I had some unsettling weirdness happen last night.
The contractor was working at our house all day installing a new back door off my nerdhole.
He had the new door up (but not complete with hardware or lock) by the time he left.
So I'm sitting at my computer at 10pm, pitch black out, and suddenly a flash of light is shooting in through the window. Then another. And I look outside and there's an old guy on my porch.
At first I think it's the contractor who came back because he forgot something.
But it wasn't. The guy approaches the window and speaking through it announces he's [name of ex-husband of my landlady] who I haven't seen for 20 years!
He's taking pictures of the work done. At 10pm. In the dark. On my back porch. Creepy as fuck. Sketchy as hell.
Now he's been out of the picture for a long time, but my landlady has been handing over duties to her son. So....maybe he's bringing his dad back into it. I don't know.
But you know what? You don't want a face looming up at your window out of the dark on your back porch at 10 o'clock at night. You do not want that.
Popcorn, gingerbread pancakes, napping on the company dime? I'm in.
Yikes, Hec! Yeah, that's sketchy as hell.
Now all I have to do is avoid starting any actual work for the next, oh, half hour or so...