I'd rather play at hug o'war

This morning my co-worker across from me informed our office that there was a woman on the loose. This woman on the loose was suspected of carrying a gun and was not an employee. Security was looking for her floor by floor.

What the FUCK?

She's been caught, but I would rather not know if it was in fact a gun she was carrying around in her little pouch. Or if she had any intended targets.

Guh.

Let it never be said that research is boring.

Gross fact of the decade: I'm walking down the hall to the elevator the other day and I notice that there is something in the wall crevices. Turns out, it’s dust and has to be at least several years worth of build-up. When I take a gander at other crevices along the way (hoping in vain that it’s a fluke), I see that the build-up is EVERYWHERE.

For fuck’s sake, it's a wall of long uninterrupted sheets of natural marble, with all the imperfections that come with that type of material. Why does it occur to no one that they may need to clean those every once in awhile? I mean, seriously.

In other news I'm still sick. I haven't been able to breathe through my left nostril for the past four days. On top of that, that same nostril, whilst plugged to the point I can’t breathe) is dripping like a fucking leaky faucet, which hello, how does that work? (My mom, ever the nurse, explained it to me last night, but I feel like I’m in a losing battle with the snot in my head so it really didn't stick.) BUT I'm here to say that Advil PM is the bestest drug EVER. Of course, anything that contains 76MG OF BENADRYL is A-OK in my book. Needless to say, I was OUT all night and slept in until seven this morning.

LaLa is leaving. This makes Del and me very, very sad. Who else will direct the whistle choir, or lead us in our sing-a-longs? LaLa is definitely the humor of our group. We may call her crazy, but she's the funny kind of crazy. You can always count on her for a laugh, like the time we were singing "You Got It Bad" and that part of the song where Usher is talking about calling his ex and then hanging up? Yeah, LaLa picks up her office phone and slams it down, right on beat and everything. That is the shit I will miss. Or the time she claimed Solange Knowles Smith's little boy was an escapee from the Lollipop Guild, and even brought up photographic evidence to support her case. (It's no wonder she briefly toyed with the idea of law school.)

In better news, Ngoc passed the NCLEX and is officially a registered nurse. We're going out tonight to celebrate that as well as our usual birthday dinner since our birthdays are only three days apart. Unfortunately, we couldn't get together back in May because of my grandfather's passing and her finishing up nursing school. Anyway, this will be my second birthday dinner in as many weeks, and it is starting to add to my waistline. More so than the sitting on my ass in front of a computer screen all day. Last Friday, Del, LaLa and I went to Bossa's downtown and pigged out on some of the best Latin food I've had in years. I had the three cheese blue crab dip, followed by the Argentinean Flank Steak, and finished up with their little sample of chocolate mousse. That, plus a raspberry mojito and their version of the Long Island Iced Tea.

Now if I could only talk Ngoc into Chuy's. Or Macaroni Grill. Or P.F. Chang's. I figure if I'm going to widen my ass, I'm going to widen it with style and fucking awesome chow.

I have a shitload of work to catch up on since I've been out so much the last two weeks, yet I can't seem to get started. Instead, over the past two days, I fixed up my site (it has a name! Whoo!), farted around on the Honda website, and read my book.

And now it's time to clock out.

Oy. This is just pathetic.

I'm getting a 4% raise! Whoooo!! Plus, a 1% one-time cash merit. Whoooooo!!!