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I'm using Google Chrome today and I feel like I'm cheating on Firefox with its brother or something.

Also, I keep trying to use my Add-ons and of course they're not there!

So like I said, on Friday, we got a note from our old CEO saying that even though they didn't have to (because our benefits with NewCompany start on January 1) --because all of their employees have Columbus Day off, they wanted to welcome us by giving us Columbus Day off, too!

I have never had Columbus Day off, it's sort of a weird day to have off, BUT I AM NOT COMPLAINING! WHEE!!!

I have that giddy sense that comes with such an unexpected boon, ya know? *twirl*

I'm going to put this day (and my hyper energy levels) to good use and I SWEAR I AM GOING TO CLEAN THE BEDROOM.

No, really. I'm not just going to sit here typing idle blather all day. I am going to put on some music and GET CRACKING. Even if nothing else gets done (the kitchen, frex) the bedroom is going to be in good shape by the end of day.

Um. That means I have to leave the computer now, doesn't it? *clings*

Okay. I'll be visiting throughout the day because I am a giant nerd.

1. Must stop aspirating my own goddamn spit.
2. Also, the sneezing must DECEASE!!!!

The more inconvenient your shoes are to take off, the more instantly the bottoms of your feet will itch.

Must. Resist. URGE.

Polar fleece pants are the most worshipful creation in the known universe.

Coming home and diving into them at the end of the day makes winter survivable! Which speaking of, holy fuck it's cold. And dark. And omg cold. Did I mention the bone chilling sub-artic weather. (Shut up everyone East of GetsColderThanWhereIAm.)

I've started to remember long sleeved shirts and jackets. I got my gloves out today, but left them on the bed. That was useful.

I was too lazy to go get tacos even though I NEEDED THEM. So I will politely eat my leftovers and watch the joy of Wednesday night tv. (Pushing Daisies, whoop!)

Hobbsie is also not impressed with the weather or my skinflinty-60-degrees-is-plenty-warm ways!

I ordered a present for my nephews in California. I hit send and immediately shrieked, "FUCK!" because I forgot to change the shipping address. I immediately clicked the Account Info link and tried to change the address, but it wouldn't let me (*seethe*). So I contacted Customer Support. Some guy in India who said ma'am after every single word.

I was annoyed that they couldn't change the shipping address or cancel. I know it's not his fault and there are limitations, but I was annoyed anyway. He did everything he could do, including giving me an instant refund and asking that I just return the books that were sent to me.

During a pause while he clicked through the refund he said, "And ma'am, may I take this moment to give you a compliment. You have a lovely speaking voice!"

Oooooooooooookay.

I mumbled "Thanks." (Not at all lovelily.) And happily the call ended relatively quickly after that.

So. Weird.

It's taken me nearly two hours to get home from work tonight. And, the fucking transit Web site isn't always so good about excluding express bus routes from their trip planner. The 6:04 is an express, and apparently so is the 5:19. Nothing more aggravating than rushing out the door only to have the bus blithely skate by while you shake your fists ineffectually.

Grr. Also, not so fun waiting outside while a snow drift forms up one's backside.

But, as slowly as we moved up north, at least the bus got me home. My stop turned out to be the last stop the bus was willing (to be fair, able) to make. The poor driver was told to stop and turn around and not continue up to Shoreline. This left a lot of angry people stranded in Greenwood. (Including a couple of older folks and a cranky lady with a baby who kept yelling about stupid Seattle drivers and how things are different in New York.)

They kept yelling at him. And I can understand that for some of these people, the bus is their only option. They probably don't have someone they can call to come get them, and for some of them, a pricey cab ride isn't an option, either. (It wouldn't have been for me a couple of years ago, either.) They kept yelling at him, which was sad.

We could hear over the radio that buses were stuck up ahead, and trucks were being routed to rescue them, so I'm not sure what the angry mob wanted from him. (Except to take some of their frustration with the transit system for not coming up with a solution for them).

Traffic was backed up forever. Blah.

Still, even the two hours was well worth not having to drive out there. It's very pretty and all, but it sucks when you have to commute in it (in a city that remains wholly unprepared for the very rare snowfall).

I don't wanna work... I just wanna bang on my drums all day.

"This product will self-destruct in Mother Earth."