Conclusion Leaping

Now, I might be pre-emptively jumping to conclusions (to quote the movie Cover Girl: "The only exercise you get is jumping to conclusions"). In fact, I am an Olympian at the pole vault and long jump conclusion-making events.

But I digress.

You don't know even know what conclusions I'm talking about.

Well, I'll tell you gladly and with much righteous irksome irritation. Somebody threw out my box of stuff. Imagine! My office is full of boxes of stuff, most of it "crap" that I would gladly throw away if I could. But the one box actually holding useful materials (several unopened packages of blank, inkjet-printable greeting cards) has disappeared. I suspect the maintence crew.

In place of my box of cards was instead my just-emptied waste basket. Speaking of my waste basket, they are always moving it around my office--and those of you who've seen my office know that there aren't a lot of options for a waste basket. There aren't a lot of options for placing anything.

Leave my stuff alone!

And while I'm griping away (and thoroughly enjoying myself), let me further wax eloquently in irritation about our credit card machine customer service. I had to make five different phone calls in order to discover that the card I was trying to authorize for a donation was in fact just declined. Just say so! (They usually are only too happy to deny the cards I try and process.)

Whatever.

On happy note, we've been told to leave at 2:00pm today. Not a problem! Wahoo.