It's just not your day

It's not your day when you come in and there's lube all over your desk. (This ism't normal. Even where I work.)

My boss just left a message for the third person on our team...part of the message was "You and (my real name) can go to hell." That of course, wasn't the intent of the message, which should have said "You and (my name) can go ahead and schedule..."

Paychecks are here. I think I'll go deposit mine now.

Sniper Sniper go away...

I keep saying I'm not going to let the sniper affect me...but now, programs are getting cancelled because they're part of after school activities. I know that's all beyond my control but it makes me grumpy. I've got work to do.

Conversations...

Him: "Hey...do you know anything about FIST?"

Me: "Do you mean like, fisting the activity, or FIST the leather/SM group?"

Him: "No, I mean like the group."

Me: "I don't know much, but I do know people who I could ask if you have questions."

(yes. I was at work for that. it's neat that mentioning s/m in casual conversation is not totally off the wall.)

And then there was this one...

While talking about a friend of mine,

Me: "Well he's not gay and he's not straight."

Him: "So he's bisexual"

Me: "Yes. But he likes boys better than girls."

Him: "Sort of like you, how you like girls better than boys."

Me: "Well, yes."

Him: "That's what I admire about bisexuals...you refuse to cut off half the world as partners."

(no subject)

Pumped gas tonight. Normally not something of record, right?
Ended up making sniper jokes with two cute guys (who were clearly together) at the pump. It's sick and sad and twisted.