Monday’s suck. You know it’s true. And if it were not bad enough, it’s a sunny sky is totally blue lovely spring day. Nobody needs that crap on a Monday morning. It does not make things better. Standing up, looking over the walls of my cell, and out onto the shimmering water of Lake Union, does not make me want to revise/edit/tighten my report due at 3:00 today. If anything, it makes me want to print out my report, wad it up in a little ball and force someone to eat it, on my way out the door. I say “someone” because no one has, of yet, inspired me to shove a crumpled up spreadsheet down their throat. But the day is young, And people, when forced to exist within a corporate environment together, are predictable.
EvilDeb: there is something wrong with my [internal chat client]. Are you signed on?
Me: nope.
e.d.: I’ve been playing around with it, and now it’s not working. I can’t see you.
me: That could be because I’m not signed on.
e.d.: [thoughtfully] nooooo… I don’t think that’s it.