So my collection of useless crap grows with some empty Hershey's tin can things. They now reside in front of fabric christmas plant on top of the ancient HP Compaq LA1905wg computer tower to the right of Hugs, the G-Humping Wonder-cAt.
Got to work this morning and according to this Galileo-type, liquid, glass encased, decorative, novelty desk thermometer, it is approximately 64 degrees in the cube.
It may be October... or May or April or any month really, but there's a fake poinsettia plant that says its Christmas in the cube. A really gaudy fake plant Christmas. Merry winter holiday time to you and your brethren.
So yesterday Sheliah had to have a tooth pulled (very unfortunate) and it seems to have reset her internal master clock because this morning she was up at 5am and at work by 7. This is an hour too early. Oh well. Guess I will have to spend the hour eating chocolate.
Woman walks into cubespace. "I am here to see Cyndy Rondandia. I may be on the wrong floor." Cubebot: "Could well be. Let me go through the WONDERFUL alphabet," as he flips through the WONDERFUL office directory. "Cyndy is on the WONDERFUL 8th FLOOR. Have a WONDERFUL day!" Woman smiles politely and leaves as quickly as possible. Lucky.
This woman came by the office today to sign her children up for home schooling. I had to tell her we don't serve child art here. It's very discriminatory.