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Bah.

I've been a busy dam beaver this morning.  Contacted the dipshit down the hall this morning by email, regarding something that could have been left unsaid, except dammit he needs to keep his shit up to date on the intranet site.  *smack*   Therefore I became keenly aware, much to my chagrin, of his presence in the building, or lack thereof. And then I went into the whole "Today is Wednesday, and he has a history of annual and sick leave more often on Wednesdays as opposed to other days of the week and why, and why I THINK, but I don't know, and it's none of my business and I shouldn't even care and........." FUCK!

GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD!

And you know what? I'm ok. I haven't cried or anything. Which is an improvement.  

Somebody is binding my book for me. I am humbled, and thrilled, and overwhelmed.

My office is moving in a couple weeks. Or sooner. And I'm starting to get excited. Moving is always an opportunity to improve, start over, etc. I like those things. 

Okay, how silly am I? There's a man in Ohio who is in charge of several dams in the area. I've spoken with this man on the phone quite often over the years, and adore talking to him. He's from South America, and has the most DIVINE accent and voice, and manner, just makes me purrrrrrrr.  I just found out today that my boss has a meeting with him scheduled for tomorrow (though it might be postponed).  Bottom line? HE'S COMING HERE!!!! PEDRO IS COMING TO THE OFFICE! OMG YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

/end fangirlieness

Ok. As you were. ahem