Have managed to keep my head under the radar this week.
I have discovered that my boss prefers to have as little facetime with me as possible, especially since most of my facetime consists of, "Um...this lady is really mad and wants to talk to my manager." I maintain that most of it is *not* due to misfeasance on my own part (well, except for that one thing), but with the bad economy and crashing stock prices, people are taking it out on the llama who answers her phone.
(That kind of sums up last week, but this past week was an improvement.)
(Mr. H, you were wondering why I am taking the KS Bar (for reals, this time)? This is part of it.)
In other news, Daddy-Llama made Shabbat dinner last night at Chez Borg, with Grandma Fanny worthy chicken. Mommy-llama made brownies from a mix ("Because you can't have company without dessert"), but then we ate half of them and promptly threw the rest out :)
M. rode his bike all the way from work to Chez Borg for supper(Yay M, Carbon-conservation warrior-dude!). But we couldn't fit his bike into the Corolla to get it home. We compromised on leaving the bike at Chez Borg in the garage and planning on buying a bike rack today to go pick it up. (We need a bike rack, esp. if M. decides to ride 40 miles and gets attacked by a flock of feral Canada geese or something and needs to be picked up.)
M.: So, Llama, how is the KS Bar Studying (tm) going?
Llama: Er...I'm planning on Making a Plan?
M.: Umm...that's pretty meta.