Woof, was it ever hot last night. Hot hot hot. Hot, I say. Hot enough that I actually opened the window in my bedroom, which I avoid because of the giant holes in the screen put there by Baldrick the Screen Unraveler. I also plugged in the little fan at my desk.

I am realizing exactly how spoiled I am, reading that back, since opening a few windows and plugging in a tiny fan is enough to make my apartment perfectly comfortable. Just upstairs, the family is sweltering, and the attic bedroom is already unlivable. Basement living, that's for me, baby. Heat rises, you know.

Got in to the office yesterday and immediately was annoyed by an inter-office envelope containing a letter saying that the LA facility is losing its NY license due to our not paying $407, and attached were several emails that I had received, along with the notification that I had opened the emails, but no response.

Then I opened my email, and found an email on the same subject, that I had never responded to any emails on the subject, and that now the lab wouldn't be licensed and wouldn't be able to do any testing and all would be ashes.

Of course, I checked my sent email, and the first thing that I found was an email to the woman who claimed that her cries for aid and succor had fallen on my deaf ears, that I had scorned her and turned up my nose at her and said "La la la la, I can't heeeeeear you!" when she begged, nay pleaded for me to cut that $407--and the email that I had sent back in February stated quite clearly that I had cut the check in December and that it had been cashed by the New York Department of Health in January.

So bleh to them.

And did I, after forwarding said email and faxing a copy of the canceled check, get any kind of apology for them having inferred that, due to my unprofessional behaviour, they would have to close the lab and beg on the streets in order to feed their starving children? Of course not, don't be silly. Everything is Accounts Payable's fault, didn't you know that?

It is to laugh.

I keep hearing overhead pages at work, "Elijah, please come to the front desk, Elijah to the front desk," and I said to Kathleen today, "Why do they keep paging Elijah? Don't they know that they just have to leave the door open and have a glass of wine out and he'll come in!"

She answered, "It's probably the fact that they don't have they wine, that's why they keep paging him."
"And the door is closed. Maybe Elijah doesn't have a key card."

Today's horoscope:
Life feels a bit chaotic, confusing, or overwhelming. Trust that you will make sense of everything; it just takes time.

One year ago today:
"It's, it's art, Chris, you have created art."
"Talk slow when you talk pretty, baby."

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