Things That Have Happened to Me This Week

I got sick. I started to feel pretty miserable part-way through Monday and I wanted to take a sick day on Tuesday, but I knew I had to set up a projection screen for someone for a meeting on Wednesday and if I don't do something around here, it doesn't get done. I went to work on Tuesday pretty much just for this person and their screen, and sure enough I forgot entirely and had a nasty voicemail message waiting for me when I stumbled in on Wednesday. The lesson learned? Take sick days when you need them. The upside to recovering from this sniffling, sneezing, runny nose "thing" is that my voice is a lot deeper than it usually is. I can now do the "take it all, bitch" joke from that one episode of Andy Richter Controls the Universe.

On my way into work, an RTA service van raced past me on the sidewalk going at about 30 MPH, stopped in front of the RTA stop on West 3rd Street, and the driver stepped out. He was blasting R&B music through stereo speakers that must have gone to eleven. Let's face it, with stunt-driving like this, he did the only thing any of us could do: he sat down on the cement guard rail and lit a cigarette. Either he's a terrible employee or James Fucking Bond.

I went to the Brewer's Dinner with Erica and Justin. This is probably our fifth or sixth dinner, and the first where we were encouraged to dress up in lederhosen and celebrate Oktoberfest. There were lagers (oh, how there were lagers) and goulash and hasenfeffer and Bavarian cream puffs. Most assuredly some gut essen. The female waitstaff were all dressed like the St. Pauli girl. I think I speak for everybody when I say that is super hot. Afterwards, we invaded Poland and then drove as fast as we wanted across part of Europe. Good times.

I tried to tape Buffy, which as I've mentioned is now only on FX at seven in the morning. Wednesday's episode was "The Zeppo", a personal favorite of mine if only because it's one of the few Xander-heavy episodes, but I checked the tape last night after the dinner and it hadn't recorded. I felt sad. Hopefully, I taped this morning's episode without error. Hopefully.

I've learned that Python is a little harder to hate (but only a little) once you learn that it includes its own unit testing module. The next big thing? Learning how to use it.

Last night I broke a tea cup. Well, I didn't break it, but I was the direct cause of the cup going head-to-head in a fight with gravity that it ultimately lost. Gravity, if my math is right, is currently undefeated. The cup shattered into about a hundred pieces, and it would have been a thing of beauty if it had been captured by a high-speed camera. Also if my hand hadn't been directly underneath it. So I have some pinpricks on my body right now: one on the back of my hand and one of the bottom of my foot, each where a tiny shard of glass decided to say hello to my red blood cells. Don't walk barefoot in my kitchen for a while.

After all of the fuss I've gone through with tea this week, the first shipment arrived yesterday and I forgot to take any into work today. Oh, Irony, yours is a bitter pill.