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I was off over the weekend dogsitting, and when I came into the office this afternoon, I found out they'd let another of the engineers go this morning.

I'm not an engineer, and technically I'm not even in this division, but I'm getting nervous anyway...

Suck suck suck.

Unless I'm just being stupid and can't find it, Lands End apparently has discontinued their custom ordering for ladies jeans and pants.

Boo, Lands End! Women still aren't all your standard sizes, you know!

First, the ladies restroom on the 2nd floor was "out of order," so I had to go to the one on the first floor.

Only to discover the cleaning service was in there restocking and wiping the counters, etc. (Which is no big deal, really. You can still go in and use the facilities. But I feel like I'm intruding when she's working in there.)

Then the maintenance guy knocks on the door and wants to come in to do something (presumably, same as whatever was being done on the 2nd floor).

What does a gal have to do to get two minutes of peace and quiet on the pot around here???

But it was the maintenance guy with the beautiful smile. So I couldn't be really annoyed.

Jaypo's In and Owt Kitteh reminded me of a couple jokes:

Cricket: As explained to a foreigner...

You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side that's been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.

When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay all out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!

Once upon a time, there were two skunks named In and Out. When In was in, Out was out and when In was out, Out was in. One day, when Out was in and In was out, the mother skunk asked Out to find In and bring In in. So... he looked around the forest, found In, and brought In in. The mother skunk asked, "How did you find In so quickly?"

“Easy,” he said. "In Stinks."

Let's say you've decided to have lunch. You choose a restaurant where you order at the counter and the restaurant staff bring your food to your table when it's ready.

Let's say the restaurant is really busy and there are a lot of people in the line in front of you and behind you.

There is one table left open in the seating area. You, being the rude, selfish bastard that you are, run to grab the table, getting there just as someone who has already placed her order reaches it, too. 

What do you do?

1. Apologize and back away and let the person who has already placed her order have the table.
2. Take the table anyway and watch said person wander around looking for another (nonexistent) empty table.
3. See that the earlier patron still doesn't have a table, and get up to let her take it, apologizing in the meantime for being a dick.
4. Keep the table and keep watching said patron still wandering around looking for a seat.
5. All the while, ignoring the "suggestions" from your companions telling you to get the hell up and wait your damn turn.

What would you do?

Well, obviously, my friends would wait in line like polite people and the situation would never arise.

(Dumbass had to get up and move anyway because the table he snaffled wasn't big enough for his party in the first place. And I eventually wound up with a whole booth. To myself. Which would have been satisfying, except that I felt like I needed to gobble and get out of the way so that other people who were waiting could sit down. Jerkface.)

It may be cold and crappy outside, but this fleece shirt is a little much indoors, especially if you're running up and down the stairs all the time, which is apparently my lot today.

How is it that no matter what side of the car you're scraping, the wind is always blowing right in your face???

I had to put on socks this morning for real. It has been cold on a few occasions this fall, but I've been wearing my fleece-lined clogs, and my pant legs are generally long enough to keep my ankles warm, even if there's a dusting of snow on the ground. When the snow is taller than the shoes, however, pant legs don't quite cut it. So I'm wearing socks and boots.

I think I'm leaving early today. Half of everybody else has gone home already (if they showed up at all). So I see no reason to be a martyr!

Not a good photo, but these are sock monkey feetie pajamas!

Come and get 'em!

I've already bored everyone with my coffee ordeal, so I won't go into that again.

In addition, everything I've eaten for the last three days has turned to a lump of concrete in my stomach, and the antacids aren't really helping. (Maybe the coffee contributed to that, too?)

And...my hideously expensive Bose earbuds are working in only one ear now. I think the damage happened when my stupid iPod fell out of my pocket last week when I was walking back to the office after lunch. So now I'm using the cheapo earbuds that came with the iPod, and you can definitely tell the difference. It's much more tinny and low-quality in the cheapo buds.

For some absurd reason, I found myself disappointed that it was the ($100) earbuds and not the ($350) iPod. How silly is that? Except that I've had the iPod for three or four years and the earbuds for less than one year.

I'm sure I could find more to grouse about, but it's five o'clock on Friday, dammit! Time to go home!