Well, let’s see.  I’ve been at work for an hour now, and I’m ready to go home.

• It’s raining this morning.  As usual for Texas, we are going directly from a three year drought immediately into flood stage with no in-between.  The worst part about the rain is that no one in Austin can drive in it, so it took much longer than usual to get to work.

• I arrive at the office and boot up my e-mail.  The person to whom I sent a detailed message yesterday morning and somewhat urgently need a response from has, of course, not responded.  Am currently wondering how long I should wait before sending a second message.  Maybe he’s busy, but he knew the message was coming and that I needed the info.  I’ll wait till lunchtime.

• The person to whom I have already told that I do not have information of the sort that she is seeking has now sent me a third message requesting the same information.  Since my previous response of “I don’t have this information” was clearly not clear enough, I am currently wondering if profanity would be helpful or just make me feel better.

• I got yet another message from a colleague reminding me that my contribution to a joint project is due next week and stressing that her schedule is very tight and she only has a limited time to work on the project, so it’s very important for me to turn it in on time.  This is the same colleague who, when we worked on our last joint project, turned in her contribution NINE MONTHS late, saying, “Well, all you have to do is lay it out.  That doesn’t take very long, does it?”  I know already that turning that around on her would be childish and that it wouldn’t actually have the desired effect of demonstrating what a bother it is, but … man, there’s a part of me that really wants to.

• We’re out of creamer in the kitchen.  I “borrowed” a dollop of someone’s soy milk.  (Rule is: if you don’t want other people using your stuff in the fridge, put your name on it.)  Soy milk does not work well as creamer in coffee.  I’m just putting it out there.  I was, however, considerate and didn’t use my co-worker’s chopstick to stir my coffee today.  (Hey, it’s lacquered and I wash it off with soap.  Don’t give me that look.)

• I then proceeded to spill a good portion of said coffee on myself, in the general area of my crotch.  Fortunately, I’m wearing khakis so once it’s dry you’d really have to look to see it, but it’s just sort of the icing on the cake, y’know?

Can’t wait to see what’s coming next … I’ve still got that meeting coming up where my boss micromanages my assistant!

Can I go home now?

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