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When I got to work this morning, our receptionist was here. This made me very, very happy.

At 10, she calls me to ask if I could cover the desk. She's leaving, her pneumonia isn't any better. (when I was 18, I went through a month where I was sleeping on someone else's couch. during that time I was working 50-60 hours a week and searching for an apartment. with pneumonia. okay, maybe hers is worse and I should be considerate. but dammit, I wanna be a coot; "you can do it, dammit! I don't wanna be on this desk!".. wait, is that a coot or a baby?)

Three days in a row I'm on this godforsaken front desk.

Anyway, in other news:

Well, I suppose there isn't a lot. We're still waiting to hear back from a realtor about the building; L says they're being retarded.

I was supposed to ride up to SMS for Beltaine with oboiex in my own car, but it doesn't look like my car (and driver's license) will be repaired in time. Carpool it is, then; not a bad thing, but I was looking forward to making the drive myself. Ah well.

Potluck tonight! I don't know what I'm making. I'll figure something out. Lately our potlucks have turned out mostly starch and carbs, so I'm thinking I should counter that. Who knows.

Yeap.. that's all I've got for now.

Oh, the telemarketer thing is still happening. *snicker* "Number added to do not call list. Number deleted."

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Oh, I do have other news:

I finally figured out how to pee standing up with my PA in.