The Bloody Doors Off

It’s random thought day.

• Today finally felt like Spring. When you step outside at the end of a work day and regret wearing your winter jacket. The sunshine makes a bigger impression than the prevailing winds. When you’re looking ahead as you walk, instead of down at your feet so you don’t step in sludge or a puddle. It’s 9:45 and I’m watching baseball on TV, and am hopeful for the team. (I’m sure they’ll flame out soon enough.) The Leafs are out of the playoffs. That’s when you know it’s Spring.
• There’s a woman in the office who’s name I could learn, but have decided it’s more fun to call her Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons (it’d be easier to learn the proper pronunciation of her name). Thankfully, she called me Tyrion right back. If I can’t laugh at work, I don’t want to work there.
• I spent 3 hours this afternoon learning Production, aka the copy room (binding, etc.). Because while there are people who work there specifically, if I’m ever on call Saturday or (gods forbid) late a night and they’ve gone home, I’ll need to know how to pitch in. Everyone goes through it. I’m a bit surprised they don’t have a more dedicated team set-up given the size of the company and the stuff that needs to get printed. But that’s probably a cost-saving tool and none of my business, really.
• Still no I.D. I’ve talked to my rep again and got another ‘team, let’s get on this’ from IT. I’m quickly losing patience.
• I couldn’t convince myself to go see the Winter Soldier movie tonight, despite it being ‘cheap Tuesday’. I felt guilty. What kind of horseshit is that?
• Mels has become quite the cuddle monster since she got fixed. Took me by surprise. Izzy thinks it’s fun to bite my chin. Miss Princess Fattie McFatterson Hannah just wants food and wants it now.
• ‘Mels’ is short for Melanie Elisabeth. Betcha didn’t know that. She’d been previously nicked Courtney Love but I knew that wouldn’t stick. No clue what to name her though when I picked her up. Got down to the Danforth, her softly meowing as she bumped along in the carrier, and between Pape Avenue and Greenwood Avenue she’d been named.