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24 July So I was complaining to Nik that I was so tired because I didn't get enough sleep the night before, and he said "But you never get enough sleep!" And, as I was re-coding stuff for hedgehog.net (coming soon! I swear!)at 2a last night I realized, he's right! Someday I'll get 10 hours sleep again, by golly...
So let's see, I did say that interesting things had occurred on Wednesday, didn't I?
Well, I was in Linus' office, and the head of HR came in for another reason, and two more people were hovering in the doorway as Linus was casually glancing at whatever the hell I brought in for him to casually glance at, and they finally burst in, saying:
It seems that a long-time employee had gone insane. She had suddenly quit, in writing, confirmed it orally, was escorted out of the building, went to lunch with two other employees, then came back in with them and was dancing and singing and asking to be hired back to clean the ladies room and carrying statues into the ladies room and raising her dress over her head in the flow lab. Those last bits are rumours, but too interesting not to add here. My favourite bit was when one of the doctors said, in a shocked voice "She was singing in the street!" Then I must be a loony, too!
Then The Raccoon comes up to me at one point and tells me that I am going to have to work from nine to five. I looked at her in horror, but apparently somebody complained to Linus that it just wasn't fair that I get to come in late like that. Feh. What business of his/hers/its is I don't know. I got in yesterday at 10.15a, which wasn't 9a but neither was it 11a! I'm trying, I really am... But this of course means that if I'm going to hang around waiting for Nik (and we all know that I'm going to hang around waiting for Nik at least two or three days a week) that I'm going to have to be at work for like twelve hours a day! Argh!
On Sunday I needed to go shopping, and I thought that I should probably get dressed first, so I quickly grabbed this t-shirt that I haven't worn in yonks--certainly not since I moved, as I took it out of a box--and pulled on my jeans and went to the store. And on the way to the store, in the store and on the way back from the store all these guys were staring at me and talking to me and after the fifth really revolting guy passing me on the street said "Hey, how you doing?" and I thought "What the heck's the matter with everyone today?", it finally dawned on me. The shirt. It's the shirt. It is the most flattering shirt I own, or have ever owned, and it had been so long since I had worn it that I had completely forgotten its effect on people. It's this really thin purple t-shirt that I have owned since I was around twenty, seemingly perfectly ordinary, but the pattern on it is such that it not only makes my chest look enormous (and of course my chest is enormous) but it makes my waist look positively tiny, which it certainly is not! I look like a cartoon character or something in that t-shirt! Positively unreal. Of course, it can't do a thing about my fat face or my fat ass, but from the neck down and the hips up, I look so fine. So of course I'm wearing it to work today! I haven't got much of an arsenal, you know, so I really can't afford not to use all of it!
O, hey, I got an awful lot of responses on the "Who is #25,000" question"! And I don't mean that people were telling lies, I mean I kept getting notes all day saying things like:
Unfortunately, no, because #25,000 did actually e-mail me, and, suspiciously enough, it was Jilanna! Yes, the same person who was #20,000! Actually, it was Jilanna and her friend Dawne, jointly, (who clearly need to get out into the sunshine and away from the computer!) but still... I have this dreadful feeling that I don't have as many readers as I thought I did, it's just Jilanna and Dawne hitting re-load over and over again! Congrats, girls, and remember, if you are #30,000 I don't want to know!!
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