Happy happy!

The software that lets us review our schedules at work is NOT user-friendly. If you've requested time off, it doesn't show as A Day Off in the over-all view, it shows as your schedule, in my case, 3 PM to 11:30 PM---it only shows as time-off if you're in a particular screen.

This afternoon, I was looking at something, and went into the detail screen, and there it was: Saturday, September 8, 2007 Approved Time Off. So instead of FOUR days off, I have FIVE! I have the whole weekend and three days more---OMG, I am ecstatic! *does Snoopy dance*

And V, one of my co-workers, gave me a birthday card, so I have something else to open on Sunday!

Now if I could just do something about Chatterbox, another co-worker who is incessantly curious about my love life. She keeps trying to steer me to online dating sites---I'm not interested!---and she's under the impression that the only reason I'd dress nicely for work if I didn't have to is because I had a hot date after work. So I LIED. Said I met a guy while I was having my car worked on and was meeting him at Steak 'n' Shake to get acquainted. So as not to string the long, tall bullshit on any longer than I have to, I'm planning to say he showed up drunk and was a total asshole. Or maybe that he never showed up. Unless I can concoct some *truly* incredible prevarication between now and next Thursday. Ideas?

Happy happy!

The software that lets us review our schedules at work is NOT user-friendly. If you've requested time off, it doesn't show as A Day Off in the over-all view, it shows as your schedule, in my case, 3 PM to 11:30 PM---it only shows as time-off if you're in a particular screen.

This afternoon, I was looking at something, and went into the detail screen, and there it was: Saturday, September 8, 2007 Approved Time Off. So instead of FOUR days off, I have FIVE! I have the whole weekend and three days more---OMG, I am ecstatic! *does Snoopy dance*

And V, one of my co-workers, gave me a birthday card, so I have something else to open on Sunday!

Now if I could just do something about Chatterbox, another co-worker who is incessantly curious about my love life. She keeps trying to steer me to online dating sites---I'm not interested!---and she's under the impression that the only reason I'd dress nicely for work if I didn't have to is because I had a hot date after work. So I LIED. Said I met a guy while I was having my car worked on and was meeting him at Steak 'n' Shake to get acquainted. So as not to string the long, tall bullshit on any longer than I have to, I'm planning to say he showed up drunk and was a total asshole. Or maybe that he never showed up. Unless I can concoct some *truly* incredible prevarication between now and next Thursday. Ideas?

Vanillafluffy Invitational Bullshit Challenge

Hello, my darlings! As previously posted, I have a coworker who is incessantly curious about my love life. She keeps trying to steer me to online dating sites---I'm not interested!---and she's under the impression that the only reason I'd dress nicely for work if I didn't have to is because I had a hot date after work. So yesterday, I LIED. Said I met a guy while I was having my car worked on and was meeting him at Steak 'n' Shake to get acquainted.

I WAS planning to say he showed up drunk and was a total asshole. Or maybe that he never showed up. But I realized that those were bland and jejeune excuses when I have the prevaricating power of a very creative f'list behind me. Therefore, I am throwing open the Vanillafluffy Invitational Bullshit Challenge.

I need an explaination for why I'm NEVER going to see this guy again, why no sane person would expect me to do so, maybe even why I might be counseled to get a restraining order/change my name/relocate to Canada. majolika has suggested that he may be a Mormon with six wives and a diaper kink...which strikes me as The Duchess and the Dirtwater Fox meets Big Love. It's inventive, and makes me want to hear more juicy excuses for doing what I'm going to do anyway, namely be single on my own terms.


The guidelines for the VfIBC are, I need to be able to say it with a straight face, and I need it by noon EST on Thursday, September 13th. F'listers, start your engines!

Vanillafluffy Invitational Bullshit Challenge

Hello, my darlings! As previously posted, I have a coworker who is incessantly curious about my love life. She keeps trying to steer me to online dating sites---I'm not interested!---and she's under the impression that the only reason I'd dress nicely for work if I didn't have to is because I had a hot date after work. So yesterday, I LIED. Said I met a guy while I was having my car worked on and was meeting him at Steak 'n' Shake to get acquainted.

I WAS planning to say he showed up drunk and was a total asshole. Or maybe that he never showed up. But I realized that those were bland and jejeune excuses when I have the prevaricating power of a very creative f'list behind me. Therefore, I am throwing open the Vanillafluffy Invitational Bullshit Challenge.

I need an explaination for why I'm NEVER going to see this guy again, why no sane person would expect me to do so, maybe even why I might be counseled to get a restraining order/change my name/relocate to Canada. majolika has suggested that he may be a Mormon with six wives and a diaper kink...which strikes me as The Duchess and the Dirtwater Fox meets Big Love. It's inventive, and makes me want to hear more juicy excuses for doing what I'm going to do anyway, namely be single on my own terms.


The guidelines for the VfIBC are, I need to be able to say it with a straight face, and I need it by noon EST on Thursday, September 13th. F'listers, start your engines!

A good time was had...

Met sbjb at Panera Bread for lunch this afternoon, which was delightful. I love salmon in any form---in this case, a delectable salmon salad with exotic lettuce (by which I mean, it ain't iceburg!), green beans, roasted red peppers and purple onions, with a tangy lemon dressing. That and an iced chai latte---! Sososo good! Thank you, SuBethJimBob!

Afterward, I cruised up the road to the Viera W*M, where I picked up a few things, including a baby cake. (It's ear-marked for Sunday brunch.) I also grabbed InStyle Weddings, which I thought I'd missed out on---this is the one with Jennifer Morrison on the cover, and the big "happy couple" spread.

Given that the news of their breakup came nearly simultaneously with the release of this issue, I can't help but wonder if they held the timing of the announcement to protect the cover story. Tsk-tsk. And I notice that SHE'S not listed in the first ep of season four, but HE is. Gee, I may have to start watching again!

A good time was had...

Met sbjb at Panera Bread for lunch this afternoon, which was delightful. I love salmon in any form---in this case, a delectable salmon salad with exotic lettuce (by which I mean, it ain't iceburg!), green beans, roasted red peppers and purple onions, with a tangy lemon dressing. That and an iced chai latte---! Sososo good! Thank you, SuBethJimBob!

Afterward, I cruised up the road to the Viera W*M, where I picked up a few things, including a baby cake. (It's ear-marked for Sunday brunch.) I also grabbed InStyle Weddings, which I thought I'd missed out on---this is the one with Jennifer Morrison on the cover, and the big "happy couple" spread.

Given that the news of their breakup came nearly simultaneously with the release of this issue, I can't help but wonder if they held the timing of the announcement to protect the cover story. Tsk-tsk. And I notice that SHE'S not listed in the first ep of season four, but HE is. Gee, I may have to start watching again!