A big fat fistful of crazy...

We've got lots of people sick today, so most of the building is being run by Gail, Mike and myself. *singsongs* We're in charge, we're in charge!! The fools! Bwahahahahaaa!!!

Gail and I are already running around fixing doors and taking names(No, honestly, we had to scold someone already...my psychic Miss Cleo abilities tell me we're going to have a really odd day together. There's already been ladies on stilts running around and a student camera crew we've had to tell off for getting too close to the Jade Mines. At least we don't have the Spiderman guys back, telling us wimmenfolk we shouldn't be in the workplace. (It's about that time of year, apparently...people in costumes with various agendas pop out and do their thing. Sometimes, like the Zombie Seven, I approve of their agenda, which involves dancing and going, "braiiins, braiiiins.." Sometimes, like the Spiderman guys, I think they're dangerous nutjobs. It's all about the context.)

Anyway, I have another addiction now...Waiter rant is convulsively funny and deeply touching. There's a lot of parallels between the restaurant industry and the security industry, especially since we often deal with the exact same people on a frequent basis. Ladies and gentlemen, please tip yer waiters and be kind to the people in the clip-on ties...you may need us badly some fine day...

Now I'm off to blow kisses to the Buddhist guardian figures...I haven't seen them in nearly a week. Muah!