Bossyboots showed up an hour later, claiming that his defensive and guilty response to my e-mail this morning wasn't actually directed at me.

I am, like, the champion of passive-aggressive behavior and I know a cover-up when I hear one. Lord knows I've juggled those balls a few times in my life.... I'm thinking he needs to be a more creative liar if he wants to continue to compete in the office sweepstakes.

I let him get away with it, though. It's just a job. All I want is for other people to do their part of the tasks so my job isn't harder than it has to be. Whatever they need mentally to get themselves to the point where this happens is okay by me.

(Also, coming back in five minutes after that and blaming it all on someone who wasn't here at the time? So unconvincing.)

DiamondGirl sent out an e-mail to everyone in the suite a few minutes ago, complaining, rather mildly I thought, about the odor of dead lunches past wafting from the company refrigerator. Lacking her charm and good manners, I just got up, marched over there, and opened the refrigerator door.

Then I threw away everything that tried to hide when the light came on.

I have no patience with shilly-shallying today.

Mostly, though, I'm working pretty steadily today. Honest I am, in spite of the spate of blog entries.