Okay, so Keyless Joe shows up this morning and he's out there banging on the door and I'm refusing to get up and let him in so someone else went to open the door for him but, as I pointed out, the door wasn't locked. Do I look like Carleton, the Doorman? I do not. He could at least try the door handle before he starts banging. Dork.

Since Extension 17 was told he has to come to work every day and clock in and out with me, he's actually been showing up for work every day. Imagine that. I'm making him tell me when he leaves for lunch, too. I hate it - I'm not someone's mother, either, but if you have an employee who won't show up for work if they're not being watched, then you gotta watch them, right?

And did I mention that the all-important contract got signed and Buehler sort of tangentially offered to keep (over-) paying me for a while longer? Because if I didn't, I should have. Also, Buehler was out for most of last week, which was very peaceful. He may and/or may not be in today. Bernie's in today, which isn't good news. He's a bit psychotic.

My story starts with rain.

Behind our building, they've razed a parking lot and maybe a building and they're out there grading and smoothing today. I wonder what they're going to build? The Hershey Kissmobile left on Friday. I never did get over there to leave a note on the windshield, asking it the back two kisses were full of chocolate or not. I sniffed the side of the vehicle and it smelled like chocolate. (Okay, I mostly did it to embarrass the co-worker who was there with me.)

I'm sorry...it's just that I'm accustomed to blogging several times during the day. Even though I don't have anything to actually say, I can't break the habit that quickly.