Monday: Purple was mentioning some of the weekend shenanigans, including CAH and something where the random draw represented for me, I think something that obscenely involved bees. I mentioned that if they were again hard up for an extra for CAH shenanigans, I might possibly be awake. (Insert discussion about the amount of driving at that hour, just for a little silliness. "I might be awake," I repeated, a placeholder serving handily for "if my presence would be welcomed, I can decide for myself whether the effort involved is worth it." Purple has clearly concluded that I am a lunatic for even considering the concept.)

Tuesday: Poor Lennon Glasses Guy got driven inside to finish his lunch because of the marauding wasp, then came back to finish out the lunch hour with the crew. Purple and I were the last ones at the table, and the wasp came back, buzzing around his mostly empty plate. I watched it narrowly, waiting for it to step wrong.

( Cut for arachnophobes. )

I was torn between happily watching Purple gaze fondly at his new outdoor pet, warily watching the yellowjacket lick Purple's plate, and the new Toby book.


I confirmed that the lab equipment seems to be intact. My manager will get the door code tomorrow. I printed up labels: [Department] Research Lab. [Department] Research Observation Room. Manager: [Manager] Scheduling: [Azure Lunatic]. I dropped some chocolate-based diplomacy on the desk of the guy who I felt needed it. (The haulin' stuff guys will also need some, I feel.)