Square jaws...furrowed brows...

The temp has started making the coffee really strong the last few days. I had to cut it with a lot of creamer and sugar this morning. And I already use a of lot add-ins, so to use even more means I'm mere hours away from a sugar coma. Speaking of temps - the temp next door got hired full time, which I knew was going to happen (although they should have been more careful with the promises made early on, before approval to hire was authorized so that pre-selection isn't an issue...) - but she turned up sick on her very first official day as a full-time regular employee. So she's out today, which means I'm asked to provide coverage for that office. Oh. Happy. Day. And later this week I get to escort a vendor and supervise them in removing equipment from another space because the manager in charge will be out getting to do professional development or something.

Someone broke the paper tray in the laser printer. No one has mentioned it to me - I noticed it yesterday when putting letterhead in there for M's support letter, so I don't even know how long it has been like that. The tray will cost over a hundred dollars to replace. Does the term "budget cuts" mean nothing to people? We don't have the money to replace things that are wantanly busted out of carelessness. I've spent entirely too much time entertaining our temp's inane questions about things that are, in all honesty, irrelevant to her current position with the organization. Or should be considered irrelevant, anyway. Like, why we can't just up and order a new shredder because, again, someone broke the old one. I actually had to tell her that there was a process involving higher level approval and requisitioning a purchase request, and blah blah yadda. Really, all she needs to know is that we don't have one right now, and I'm in no real hurry to arrange the purchase of one. I swear, I'm *this* close to shouting "This is why we can never have nice things!!" the next time something in the office gets broken.

I have an intense desire to eat chili cheese fries. Totally inexplicable. Said desire will soon manifest itself into the urge to go to Montreal to attend a Habs game and order poutine. I know that's not going to happen, so I think I'd like to organize a weekend trip up to Micanopy/Cross Creek later this year (I've been wanting to eat at The Yearling restaurant for years). I've also always wanted to visit Key West, for the sole purpose of visiting the Hemingway house. I know he's over rated as an author (and Key West is a really disappointing destination, from all I've heard), but I consider Hemingway to be an incredibly dynamic and fascinating literary personality - not to mention the fact that I would give anything to own a Hemingway cat...and I have a secret desire to become a hard-drinking, mysogynistic expatriot, too.

I've accomplished a couple of the minor things on my "to-do list of life" this year, so I'm revising it, and feeling hopeful that I can start making plans to do more of these kinds of things. My friends have been instrumental in helping me develop a mindset more of planning and doing than of just dreaming and not doing, and my husband seems pretty open to some of these ideas. Of course, I'm also really looking forward to the vacation on the Georgia coast this summer. I can't wait to see my Grandparents...I just wish it was longer than a weekend.

I guess I should get around to actually getting something done today. Todays mantra is: "I have really small feet, so it should be hard to step on my toes..."

Post Scripted: I forgot to mention that we went to Wal-Mart last night - I know, it wasn't my idea, so save your breath - and the cashier guy checking out our groceries had Javier Bardem's haircut from No Country for Old Men. And not in any kind of ironic fashion, either, but in a completely intentional bowl cut. He actually looked like his parents might have been very closely related, and I know that's not nice to infer, but that's what I was thinking while he was ringing us up. When you can't tell the Wal-Mart customers from the employees...it is really time to start finding new places to shop. But Javier Bardem...sorta want. I guess.

Maybe. If Clive Owen isn't available.