Isn't this how everyone talks to their boss?

OK, I know I wasn't going to talk about work, but I just found out something that kind of makes me laugh. So yesterday my manager was actually in town, and got to I meet with him. The good news is that I won't be demoted--apparently he has decided that I do have enough experience to stay at my current level. (!)

The bad news is that I guess I had exceptionally bad body language while speaking to him. My friend S came by and became very concerned when she saw the two of us. Apparently we looked like this.


But I wasn't the girl in this picture, oh no.

I was the one on the left.

S told me she was worried about going home, because she really thought I might deck him! (although why would I need to hit him, when I was already looming over him?) She kept going by his office to make sure that we were actually still communicating and that I hadn't started throttling him.

I'm really not that intimidating--I mean, really, no one is afraid of me. I'm a lover, not a fighter. And I swear I didn't yell at any time. But it's kind of funny that apparently I was so dominating when I talked to him. And yet it's also kind of sad, especially because this was me on my good behavior, trying to hide how I actually felt. I didn't remember looming at all; I remember smiling and thinking I was getting through this very well!

I just guess I have completely lost perspective. Man, I am a mess. I need to get out of here!

Street Cred

The upside of my recent bout with pneumonia was that I had plenty of time to survey my crappily-decorated department. Fortunately, a rare outing meant that I could pick up crap lying in the street!

Side note: another outing with DD&B—thanks for getting me out of my sick ward! I had a blast! and remind me to take a page from H's book and start using "Oh my Chaka Kahn." instead of omg. It doesn't matter if kids are present; Chaka Kahn is the bomb and should be honored. Remember, she's every woman.

Check this out: some foolish person, clueless of the celestial goodness he or she was abandoning, dumped a Hello Kitty vanity on Church St. They dumped Hello Kitty! What the hell is wrong with them?


It currently holds pride of place on my porcelain throne. Yeah, I know I still need to clean it; HK is looking a little schmutzy. But check out the horse stickers on the sides! OMFG. The horse stickers. It's perfect; I can’t stand it.

Btw, it doesn't photograph well, but there is a secret container behind the mirror, and it lights up when you push the HK button on the very top. I was thinking of putting a photo of the Evil Queen from Sleeping Beauty in it. Although that will encourage me to play with it and make cackling noises in my bathroom. The walls in my building are a little thin for that kind of stuff.

The only downside: it clashes with the other highbrow décor that is already there. And really, where else can I put this book?

This is Your Tiny Hairy Brain on Drugs

My SBC, the cutest Small Brown Cat in the world, hasn’t been featured enough on this site. She needs to be, um, lionized.

(sorry.)

This weekend I decided that enough time had passed since the Catnip Incident--meaning the scars had finally faded--and we could try again. This time I had my camera ready to document the four stages of Catnip Mania.

So this is my SBC in her normal state, just kickin’ it on the floor. Ain’t she cute?

1. The hit

She takes a whiff and….check out that face! Awwwww yeah.

2. The frenzy

I was hoping to take a picture of her as it started to kick in. This is the best I could get.

3. She can stop at any time

She then spent about half an hour acting like she didn’t notice the catnip ball was still there. You know, actin’ cahz. “Oh, that old thing?” But the fixed staring into space was a dead giveaway...

4. She loves me SO MUCH

In the past, this was when the pain began. Mine, not hers. I figured I had to clean the floor anyways, so a little blood wouldn't matter. But then, surprisingly, she got very affectionate. Shortly after she started gazing lovingly at me like so, she crawled inside my hoodie to sleep it off.

So memo to self: catnip is fine, as long as there aren’t any other cats around. Makes her mean. Otherwise, it’s a gaudi. Too bad she couldn't go out for a big artery-clogging breakfast of pancakes and potatoes the next day.