The stone workers seem to be done, but they left three small pieces of limestone on my window ledge.
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A coworker’s cubicle
I don’t think I could stand to have that in my cubicle, because I’d be on constant information overload. It appeals to me aesthetically, though.
Do Not Try This at Home, Children
Please note the lack of any sort of safety harness. The guy was using a circular saw. On a ladder. I work on the third floor. For obvious reasons, I was a little distracted today.
Everyone needs to be loved…
Someone has added two new fortunes to the freight elevator permit panel.
Eat your vegetable and you’ll grow up big and strong like Popeye.
Everyone needs to be loved, especially those [who] do not deserve it.
More Storms
Big, stormy clouds moved through early this morning, but then it cleared up. They came back in the afternoon, though, when an impressive line of storms zipped by. Lots of lightning! And thunder! And rain! It was pouring when I left work, then stopped as soon as I got to my car, which of course is where I left my umbrella. Oopsie!
Canna Lily
These are growing under the window Henry was sitting in. Last year’s cannas didn’t do anything. I think the grounds crew may have cut them down before they had a chance to bloom. This year, there are four plants, and they’ve gotten to a decent size. Two are blooming, and the other two should be soon.
Henry in the Kitchen Window
Henry has recently discovered that she can reach the kitchen window. It’s quickly becoming her favorite spot for bird watching.
Friday Animal Blogging
Clockwise from bottom left: Polly, Henry, and Harriet
It’s not often that all three of them are close enough to get a group photo at the same time that I have a camera in my hands. I love the way Harriet is looking over her shoulder at Henry, who has an ever so slightly evil glint in her left eye. Miss Brown knows that cats are bad news.
Bad Polly
Polkadottie
One of the quirks that the late Polkadottie never outgrew was a taste for headphone cords. Eventually, no matter how careful I was, every pair of headphones I bought would be demolished by her. Maybe it’s a tortie cat thing? Polly has now killed three pairs of headphones. The first time was a learning experience, the second time was my fault for not putting my iPod away, but the third time? The horrid little brat got into my bag and pulled out the headphones.
Polly
Resurrection Lilies
I planted several of these last year, and all of them came up this spring, but so far, only one has bloomed.
In other news, that staff meeting and the training BS we have to go through? I got to work this morning, and there was an email from our unit supervisor requiring us to read the FAQ (it’s a wiki, actually) on using our computers. We will have to give a short explanation of what we learned from it at our next unit meeting, this Wednesday. My head nearly explodiated!
1. I read the damned wiki when it was first made available.
2. Because I am one of the few people who finished the ridiculous Web 2.0 assignment (the one in which we were supposed to set up a blog and post photos to Flickr), and because I use them every damned day, I long ago subscribed to the RSS feed for the damned wiki. And I actually look when it’s updated, which is kind of pointless, because it’s almost always a stylistic edit, not anything to do with actual content. But I do look!
This means that I’m not going to read the damned wiki, because I already have. Nor am I going to learn anything from it, because I have actually done what we were told to do a goddamn year ago. Apparently, some folks have not acquainted themselves with the damned wiki, though, so there will be the equivalent of a test.
We are not amused.
Also on the list of things that we are unamused about is the coworker whose daughter is pregnant, and who keeps giving everyone in the department hourly updates on how dilated said daughter’s cervix is. I think I can safely say that’s one of those things that’s near the top of the list of Stuff I Do Not Need to Know. I understand she’s excited about her grandbaby being born, and I understand that’s something that’s perfectly appropriate to share between good friends, but we are coworkers, not good friends, and that sort of thing is therefore definitely TMI.
Beyond that, though, is the larger issue of women’s bodies being treated like public property, especially when those bodies are pregnant. Too many people don’t think twice about offering unasked for advice to pregnant women, or sharing their own birth horror stories with them, or invading their personal space to touch their bellies. It seems that my coworker’s sharing of her daughter’s labor progress falls somewhere in there. It’s kind of private and shouldn’t be for public consumption. If people want a progress report, a simple, “Nothing yet,” should suffice.
red paper boat 