So, what's new at work? Because I'm sure anyone cares.

This morning, two gentlemen were working on the light bulbs in one elevator. Apparently a bulb had burnt out and this occasioned dismantling the fixture and then standing around, talking about it for half an hour. Either they hadn't brought a replacement bulb (!!) or there was some other hitch in the proceedings I didn't understand because I don't speak Spanish.

The problem, you see, is that they didn't have the ability to turn the elevator off and since it was sitting on the first floor, the other elevator wouldn't stop on the first floor.

This, as you might imagine, was something of a problem for those of us loaded with packages to ship, purses, coffee cups, and lunch bags. I don't mind a few stairs, but not to the sixth floor. Not at 8:00 in the morning, with my arms full of stuff. (Not at any time...I'm okay up until the fourth floor, but then I can feel the effects of too many cigarettes and not enough exercise. I come over all peculiar and I have to sit down and rest.)

Eventually, Sparkle (she keeps the building tidy and gleaming, all day, every day) and I just climbed aboard the unlit elevator and rode up in the dark. And I do mean dark. I'm not often in a place where there is no light.

A tiny box, moving up a narrow shaft, lit, if you could call it that, only by the peanut bulb behind the floor indicator...that's dark. I really need to write an elevator story some day.

Still. It's a good week, so far. For once, I'm not here to rant.

Bossyboots failed to appear until almost noon yesterday, haven't seen him yet today. He called me on the phone once, but he was polite, so that's okay. (He's been sweetaspie to me for days now. If he's being good until Santa comes to town, he needs to know he is not on my Christmas list. I didn't even send him a card.)

DiamondGirl! We hardly knew ye! She's leaving us! (Well...them. Technically she works for a different company.) She got a better, more prestigious job that will be more challenging and pays more money. I don't think that's much of a reason to leave, do you?

Still, because I'm generous that way, I told her we needed to pick a day during her last week when I could buy her lunch.

Buehler is out of the office until Friday, and while I do like him, it's nice to have the office to myself. I'm celebrating by actually working. (Well, and blogging, but as usual, I'm blogging while I'm on hold. Five minutes so far....)

Our work e-mail is down...but it's been down off and on for two weeks, so I'm learning to be grateful for the times it actually works. (And grateful that my own private e-mail provider is so amazingly reliable.)

You know...other than that, it's been fairly peaceful here. Sassy's computer died on her and since she's on the East Coast, that made it tricky to contact her (we work mostly via e-mail and IM) so they got her a new/refurbished laptop and it died the first day she had it.

My brand-spanking-new laptop is supposed to show up today. It better not bust.

The workload continues to increase, which is good. Keeps me busy. We've had 24 new candidates to take on Hell's Own Software in the past week. I like it, the days pass quickly when I'm busy.

I didn't really have much to say at the moment.