My Boss Is On Vacation, And My Supervisor/office Mate And I Were Bored, So Mischief Ensued. His Couch

My boss is on vacation, and my supervisor/office mate and I were bored, so mischief ensued. His couch has been removed from his office and replaced with a '404 Couch Not Found' sign. And the couch is now in the training coordinator's office (she's on vacation, too). We'll see how long it takes him to notice.

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It's a corn-spiracy.

khamsin (after I ended up with corn juice squirted up my nose from my elote at dinner.)

It only took me about 5 hours, and I think I did pretty damned good. My Yona wig is styled! And since I have to be up in about 6 hours, its time to clean up and call it a night. I didn’t get to the dress or vest, but the wig is done, so at least I’m on track. Dress sleeves and vest are on the schedule for tomorrow. I also have never been more grateful for the existance of thinning shears than I was tonight. This wig lost a good 4 inches and the shears saved me a lot of time smoothing out the blunt cut.

Okay, I hate the heat and humidity we get in Kansas. Hate it. I do not do well in it and every summer I basically die. (I grew up in an area that rarely sees temperatures over 95--maybe a week’s worth, max--and certainly doesn’t see the humidity we get here.) Air conditioning is a necessity here, and I can totally relate to those husky/malamute pups that like to sit in fridges when it’s hot. But this, this is excessive.

It feels like the friggin’ middle of winter in my office right now (the entire office suite is freezing, and I’m not dressed for anything colder than maybe 75 degrees). When the weather had first started warming up, I had intended to take my ‘office hoodie’ home, but never got around to it. I’m glad I didn’t because I needed it. And I wish I didn’t wear so many skirts and dresses to work, because my legs are frozen. I’ve been having to curl up awkwardly on my chair to get my skirt to cover my legs. I have had 4 mugs of tea today, just to keep a hot drink at my desk to defrost my fingers on (not that the caffeine or the hot water have been doing their respective jobs very well). 

And a certain counselor is throwing tantrums again, so my inbox has been spammed with ridiculous, petty emails designed to give me more work/make things far harder than they need to be. I’m ignoring all of her emails right now, unless it is relevant to something I’m doing. 

Right now I am a tired, freezing ball of discontent and rage and feelings of murder.

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