* Item: Due to the above, I went for a job interview Friday, and today I found out I got the job! It'll be a new Weekend Warrior job, in addition to my fulltime-but-currently-part-time gig, and hopefully THIS one won't go bankrupt...LOL, J/K!!! No but really, it would totally screw with my head...I start this weekend and I think it'll be fun. I'm working for someone who was my boss at the ORIGINAL Weekend Warrior Job, who I like very much. So that's good.
* Dell on wheels? As I type this (with my lightning-fast index finger), a new laptop should be on its' way. SHOULD being the operative word, as I never got any dispatch information from Dell. This makes me nervous, and I e-mailed them yesterday, and will call tomorrow. Sigh.
* And finally...today I took a co-worker a rabbit as a gift. She perked up when she heard that I raise them, and offered to buy one from me, but I like her very much (she was one of MANY people I work with who were exceptionally kind during Hotter's neurological mishegas) and told her I'd just give her one. So I took it in today, but wanted to be discreet, because while gifting co-workers with smallstock isn't expressly forbidden in the Employee Handbook, I kind of doubt the answer would have been yes had I asked The Powers That Be. So I went up to my co-worker friend and said "I brought you a present!" quietly, and she muttered "rabbit?" and I nodded, and she pumped her fist excitedly. Another co-worker, who knew nothing of our agreement but had overheard, gave me a dirty look and stalked off muttering in her first language (which is not English, so I don't know what she was actually saying, just that it didn't sound good). Second Coworker continued glaring at me and muttering until I finally just asked her point-blank if I'd done something to upset her. "As a matter of fact, yes!" she snapped. "You could have asked me if I wanted a rabbit if you have a connection! I'm old but I'm not dead!" I was a little confused by the second part of her statement, but eager to make peace, and said I hadn't known she wanted a rabbit too, but I had plenty more if she did, since they breed like, well, rabbits. "BREED?!?" She looked at me like one of us was insane. I said the next litter was just six weeks old and she cut me off with "BUNNY RABBITS! Oh hell no, I don't want one of THEM. I thought you meant, you know..." and she made motions in front of her crotch and pantomimed an orgasm. "Like Sex and The City!" And then First Coworker and I died. The end.
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