Yesterday was Jo Ann's last day.

She's been working at The Company That Must Not Be Named for four years, but they just moved the marketing department to Los Angeles, and she neither wanted to move across country nor go into billing or something, so she just decided to leave.

Well, we had this huge surprise party for her, that actually managed to surprise her, even though she must have been entirely alone in the office for about five minutes before someone was able to lure her to the conference room, where we were all hiding.

With piles of food! So much food that the locusts that populate our office took rather a while to completely denude the room of edibles. I had, against my will might I add, two pieces of strawberry shortcake.

I have decided that my favourite sweet in the world is no longer the key lime mousse that they have at that little Belgian bakery on the east side, but is now, in fact, strawberry shortcake.

My wedding cake will be strawberry shortcake.

I've been burning alot of candles recently--I've usually got one going while I'm at home.

However, the cats don't seem to get it, the whole flame thing, and since anywhere on my desk is considered their highway, often the room fills with the smell of singed cat fur.

Last night was the worst, though. I heard this sizzling noise, looked up, and saw that Monty was standing there happily with his entire butt aflame! I quickly smacked it out, and he kind of looked at me like "Why are you smacking me on the butt? I'm just standing here!"

Fortunately his fur is so thick that he didn't feel a thing, but I'm going to have to be hyper-alert from now on, candle-wise.

I got a pre-approved credit card thing in the mail before I moved, found it a couple of weeks ago, and on a lark, sent it in. I figured that, pre-approved or not, they would have to do some sort of cursory glance at my TRW, then proceed to send me a "who do you think you're kidding?" letter, but the other day I got a call because they were checking my new address. I confirmed it, and the woman said "Okay, you should get your card in three to five days!"

And here's the kicker--it's a platinum card! These people have no idea what I'm capable of with a pristine credit card...

I was opening the mail at work the other day and there were several things from Federal Express. First I opened one letter which said that they have automatically debited our account for about $7,000, and then the next one I opened was a very threatening letter threatening to cut off our credit if we don't pay an invoice for $12 from July 1997!

But if they know they can automatically debit our account...

One year ago today:
Did someone change the spelling for "lose" and just not tell me?

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