just popping by

Not much to say these days. Work is winding down. People are funny as they realize "HAY! You won't be here! Who's going to do [task X]?" and I really have to struggle to not blatantly riff on the theme of "not my problem!"

Home is a seemingly endless cycle of paint/spackle/paint/wire/paint/sand/paint. Actually it's more than that...go back and insert "remove small child from position of imminent harm" between every second word. It also occured to me today how much money of the sale will go to realty commissions! GAH! We need that 15 large!

Mostly, however, I wanted to share this: I'm eating a nature valley granola bar (like I do every day) and I arrange the ~empty wrapper to upend the crumbs into my mouth (like I do every day) but the wrapper conspires to fold strangely on itself as I tip it up, and roughly a tablespoon of "oat and honey" detritus flows neatly down my front and into my breast pocket.

_{Guess I'll save it for the bus ride home.}

this is very odd

Came home and the car was gone, wimminz were gone, no note. (Can't be THAT serious cos the mad money's still in the cookie jar). Weird

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Over here I had a bit of a shit fit about a dickweed division manager (not mine) tootling his horn and buying pricey new office furniture in the face of a department wide downturn and accompanying plunge in morale.

Today I signed for a package in his name (no one else was around the front desk) and as I was carrying it upstairs I could hear a muffled clink, clink like glass bumping against glass. Glance down at the waybill: "Reif Estates Winery".


You have GOT to be fscking KIDDING me.