You guys! Blogger had a mini-meltdown and did a shitty job telling people about it, and an email I sent myself containing a nice long post straight-up disappeared, so you get some awful dreck today! Sorry!
Today we got our ID pictures taken for work, and it is widely agreed that mine is "not that bad, actually!". I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that this has something to do with me taking exactly 0% of the experience seriously. I asked the guy if I could turn my head sideways so you could see the full effect of my mohawk, he said I had to have at least part of my face showing, I turned my head somewhat at the last second and ended up in three-quarters profile, security guy laughed and now we're friends I think.
I stopped at the library on my way home and got out a bunch of books, including one I picked for its title as much as its subject: Simple Heraldry, Cheerfully Illustrated by Iain Moncreiffe and Don Pottinger. It is cheerfully illustrated, too, except that the very last image in the book is a hanging dude, cheerfully colored, above the word Finis.
We have been super-busy all week, so it's Friday and I have absolutely no idea what we are doing tonight, or tomorrow, or Sunday. I'm waiting for Andy to get home to see if he knows. Maybe we'll just sit on the couch and stare at nothing for several hours. Beer will be involved.
Text message conversations!
Me: [WorkBFF] and I got to take [Head of IT Department]'s Porsche to Starbucks today. It was pretty awesome, even though we went the speed limit because we are pussies.
Andy: Did you drive it?
Me: No, Sarah did. She's braver than me.
Andy: That's good.
[Ed. note: Thanks for that vote of confidence! Also, I made Sarah drive because I would have driven on the shoulder with the flashers on!]
Me (to the Kid): Too bad there isn't a prize for surviving the most boring job ever every single day. Oh wait, there is, it's called "blackout drunk by 6 p.m. on Friday."
Off to get started!