This weekend was super lazy. I spent all day Saturday marathoning Battlestar Galactica, and then I went to Crystal's Chocolate Party. We ate brownie bites and fudge and triple chocolate fudge cake, and dipped angel food cake bites and strawberries in a chocolate fountain, and we watched Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog and gossiped about ex-boyfriends. It was fantastic. Oh, and she cut my hair, thank Zolac.
It was the fracking weirdest day at work today. (Yes, I said fracking; see above.) I get there and my computer won't turn on. The thing is freaking BROKEN. So I sit there for a long time while Doug rushes around fixing everyone else's tech problems, and I help Mimi out with some of hers, and then Doug moves me to the desk of some lady named Sam, who's gone for the week, and I try to do my NavTime, but I can't, because I don't have Sharepoint. So I chase down Doug (easier said than done) and he prints my stats out, and I do my NavTime, and I prepare to go to work. ...But I can't because my email is broken, and my Claims Matrix is broken, and I don't have the Chrysler Bankruptcy Call Log. So Doug gives me a new copy of Claims Matix, and tries for about ten years to fix my email before finally giving up and telling me to get on the phones. So I move all my stuff over from my desk and set it up and dig up a new headset (someone has stolen mine while all this is going on), and I finally go Available for calls (an hour and a half after I got to work, now), and I get my first call... and my headset is BROKEN and the lady can't hear a damn thing I'm saying. So I have to hunt up another one before I can actually get to work. So then things are ok, except for Interaction Client crashing THREE TIMES during the morning (and by morning, I mean, between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m.). And then just before 2, Ami comes through and tells us that anything not work-related needs to come off our desks right now, and I'm like, whatever, Big Wigs must be coming through (they did warn us on Friday not to wear jeans today), and I toss my book in a drawer. Like 30 seconds go by, and THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM GOES OFF. So the entire freaking building files out into the parking lot and stands around in the sun, and fire truck comes and goes, and then we all file back in, and I go to lunch. So, you know, all of that was weird, and I got very little actual work done, but I didn't stress about it. I mean, it's not my kuleana... so long as I get paid, right? It's all good. And Doug fixed my email while I was on lunch, so whatev.
And also... meme!
stolen from salt_of_the_egg
1. Put your music player (iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc etc etc) on shuffle.
2. For the first twenty-five songs that come up- and no cheating!- post the first line of the song.
3. If the title of the song comes up in the line, you have two options: you may replace the title with (song title here) or, if that would make it too obvious, you may skip the song. This is the only time you should skip a song! Skipping embarassing 90s pop songs takes the fun out of it, guys.
4. Let your friends guess the songs.
2. Once when I was thirty-one, I woke in the dead of night
3. Set me aflame and cast me free, away, you wretched world of tethers
5. Even on a day like this when you're crawling on the floor
6. [title of song], it's so good for you, [title of song], beneath the sky of blue
8. Well, I really might seem retarded, but I really want to see you again
9. I can see it out my window, that stupid sunshine
10. Please love, let's make no impartial vow, let it all fall away, that's not crucial now
12. Come wet a widow's eye, cover the night with your love
17. I can't see [title of song], I can't see [title of song], though I patiently waited, bedside, for the death of today
19. Soy'ooz neroosh'imi resp'ooblik svob'odnikh, splot'ila nav'eki vel'ikaia Rus
21. Yo I'm ropin' up my saddle, for the long, long ride
22. I got killed by [title of song] on my video game, and although to my self it doesn't mean too much
24. Fat Charlie the Archangel, sloped into the room
25. Too many times you're gonna go out with a-walkin', too many times you come out late