A few minutes ago the night shift fled down to the lobby, because it smelled like there was a gas leak on our floor ( Read more... )

Upside: Yesterday was Labor Day and Friday is Eid al-Fitr, so this is going to be a three-day work week.

Downside: ...So we have to cram five days' productivity into three, which is why I'm still at my desk at 1:30 a.m ( Read more... )

I have spent my entire work day proofreading 60 pages of landscape tables.

Unit meeting in 10 minutes. When I'm not fuming over the latest Idiocy from Above, I'll distract myself by covertly staring at a certain colleague and trying to figure out if she's had work done or is just doing something new and weird with her makeup.

I was at my desk, touching up my makeup for tonight's Dances of Vice Swan Lake Masquerade, when word came down that we may have to pull an all-nighter to finish some high-priority documents.

DAMMIT.

On the one hand, overtime; on the other hand, Swan Lake Masquerade. (I bought new false lashes! And a sparkly tiara ( Read more... )

Today's the deadline for giving the Tax Unit my claims forms! Guess who has two thumbs and thought she had another two weeks to get them done?

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

( This entry is almost 100% whining, so feel free to skip it. )

Someone has decorated my tree.

Allow me to explain: on a countertop next to my desk is a nine-inch-tall tabletop Christmas tree. This is a scale model of the tree you found your presents beneath Last Year at Marienbad. (Surely you remember?) Picture a giant, dark green pipe cleaner shaved into a perfect cone, and you’ll get the general idea. I ( Read more... )

All of the entries in my unit’s poetry contest have been taped to the wall, and they are everything I expected and then some. I’m really tempted to take pictures and post them here to share the horror; also, I wonder if anyone could guess which one is mine. Perhaps tomorrow.

To be done:

• Finish my Down the Chimney Affair fic.
  
• Start my Yuletide fic ( Read more... )

I’ve spent the whole day proofreading with a particular co-worker. Oh god, it’s like sharing a desk with Eeyore. An Eeyore with halitosis.