OSHA's Eleven

Had the mandatory safety meeting today. Three hand-out do-them-together tests, which were kept for posterity. I guess they want to know how many newspaper employees can answer the question "HIV/Aids is a curable ailment, true or false?" Good Lord. An hour of my life I'll never get back.

Been spoiling myself rotten re: Angel. Non-spoilery observations: Wesley is completely and utterly redeemed, wenchamok is going to be one happy little camper, and many aspects of it seem very, very, very (i.e. LAST SEASON) familiar. Still, I'm going to give it just the slightest chance.

Final verdict on Semagic is that it is, indeed, the shizzle. I wouldn't be updating nearly as frequently if it weren't for this handy little icon in my taskbar. So curse it or thank it or just use it.

I think I'm losing my mind. Really. I cleaned out my desk this week in anticipation of being fired. Turns out just like a "Three's Company" episode with hysterically misread signals and perfectly benign excuses for everything and sure enough it turns out I'm getting a new computer. Either that or they're all still lying to me. Waiting for me to drop my guard. I know it.

Sigh. I think I need to be on more meds.

Moosie's foot is looking better, and he's hopping around like a little, uhm, hopping machine. Cute little bird-monster.

Well, at least tomorrow at work has to be better than today....