Have you ever known a cat where their person was away and then came back, and the cat proceeded to snuggle up in a way that greatly interfered with walking and kept putting their head in the way of hands and such, all the time purring hard enough that you could hear its nose rattle with the force of it?

Dignity is not actually attempting to do that while at work.


There is now a great pile of boxes obscuring large parts of my cube. All of the cabinet stuff, except for one box of conference gear and the box for one of the projectors, is boxed and stacked somewhere, mostly in my cube.

I found a bottle of rum and a bottle of port that I hadn't realized were in my filing cabinet. I was aware of the raspberry vodka and the kahlua. I think the selfsame bottle of rum has been there since 2012.

Tomorrow I box up the stuff that I'm still actively using, plus the stuff that shouldn't be sitting around in a random box the whole week. Whee.


It is much less quiet now that everyone has returned from the offsite. Outlook is finding new and interesting ways to fuck shit up, ways which allegedly required a registry edit but um er that one had already been run on my machine and in any case the symptoms did not match the official description, and it stopped on its own after I restarted the program. (Symptoms: use the scheduling assistant, add rooms including some problem room, watch all the rooms fall off the page in this really hilarious cascade. Which is not "crashes when opens scheduling assistant".)

Again, I look back on my assumption that once I got off Kipper/Llama that it would be smooth sailing, and laugh hollowly.


Despite signing myself in basically every informal instance at work with first and middle initial, people at work are still discovering that this is me. Latest: my other uncle-manager, not the Stage Manager. I'd been divesting the cupboards of outdated swag, and he asked if I'd saved any for him. I hadn't. Then I found some tucked away in another corner, and left it on his desk with a stickynote. So then I explained that I really don't use my last name except for business purposes. (Though I've explained a few things to Purple in the context of "men of [my paternal line]" and clearly including myself among them. Though I am also included in the subset of family that includes my paternal aunts and Tay.)


Wednesday evening included a sudden need for easter eggs on a recently bereaved team. I wandered over to the affected department and took part in a rousing conversation including much cane-shaking about horrible user interface decisions with no actual affordances. Then I tiptoed into empty offices and made there be easter eggs on desks. The peanut allergic guy got a sticky-note with the outline of an egg drawn on it, and a note to the effect that this one would not make him dead. Thank you, co-worker of the peanut allergic guy.

Wednesday morning included a note that there would be boxes soon. I arrived for Wednesday lunch and noticed the lack of boxes. I left a note in return, saying that I was happy to await the arrival of boxes. I finished up these two projects, which took somewhat under two hours (well into Wednesday afternoon) and mentioned that in point of fact no boxes had yet arrived. Boxes apologetically arrived while I had stepped away from my desk.

There's a guy in the new building, who presumably has by now moved to another area, who has a bunk bed set up in his office. The bunk bed has a device which holds the laptop at just the right height and angle. My manager and I are no little awed and envious.


I keep clenching my fists to admire the cane-muscles in my forearms.