I'm not sure how, but I managed to survive this week's heat wave. My brain feels a little overcooked. I do believe I'll recover.
Things at work are hairy as usual. The nasty legal proceedings I alluded to previously are still an ongoing concern. Every time we think that we're nearing a resolution, one of the players throws a monkey wrench into the works. I don't know the details, I only know that my boss has been telling me it'll all be sorted out in a week or two for a year now.
Here's my pet peeve of the week: people not reading their e-mails. Specifically the ones from me. I know that the people I work with are busy, so I take great care to pare my messages down to the bare essentials. I can't even tell you how many times my colleagues have claimed they weren't informed of one thing or another despite my having e-mailed them about it. I don't know what's worse, when they don't notice the message at all, or when they only bother to read the subject line and come to me for a face-to-face question session about all the rest. Look, the reason why I sent an e-mail to that distribution list of 18 people is because I don't have time to speak to everyone individually about this stuff. Read your damn e-mail, people!
Moving on... My frustrations were made up for by a great workplace kitchen conversation with a couple of my more sensible co-workers. They both had some eyebrow-raising paranormal stories to share. I can't remember how we got onto the subject, but one had lived in a haunted house where windows flew open and closed by themselves and a cross jumped off a wall and across the room with no visible motivation. The other had had visitations from her long-passed Uncle Howard. She didn't see him, but her nieces (who were born after he died) did, and described him as wearing the clothes that he was buried in. So that was pretty fascinating.
Since the temperature finally dropped below a raging broil today, I went for a walk. I passed this giant robot, but I wasn't scared because he was in a cage.
I find these "No Pooping" signs in my area quite funny. The dog looks so nervous and guilty. "Oh no! I pooped in a no pooping zone! I'm gonna get in so much trouble..."
I got my step-dad a shirt for his upcoming birthday. It's a pretty ordinary golf shirt. Not so the gift bag that I found for him. He's going to love it!
It's kittens! And the handle is furry! And there are rainbows! Isn't that the best?