The R.C. gifted me with a nifty new coffee cup today. As I left for work, I found a blindingly white box on the seat of my car and the coffee cup (with the saying from the title of this post) was inside. Isn't that just so me? Heh. I brought it to the office washed it, and poured this morning's latte into it.
It's a bit odd to drink from a cup. I've been drinking from travel mugs for years. I'm thinking maybe I'm old enough to learn to drink from a cup that doesn't have a lid and a sippy hole in it, though.
(I haven't found an anonymous present on the seat of my car in the morning since the day after my 21st birthday, when I found a dozen long-stemmed red roses and no card.)
Well, Bernie may and/or may not be in today. He arrived back home last night but the last time I was talking to him, I advised him not to bother to come in today. :) No, not just because he can be a pain. He's had four plane rides in the last four days, and worked two shows, one of which was pretty large. If my own travel experience is any guide, he's due for a major adrenaline-crash.
Anyhow. I pointed out that anything he needs to do today can be done via phone or e-mail.
So. What else is new?
Today's Big Task involves bookkeeping - I have to try to post expenses (Bernie's and mine) from the last four months. I've posted expenses only once before, many months ago, and I have only a vague memory of the process. I hate doing bookkeeping. So far I've gotten as far as logging into the program but that's it.
The truth is, I have very few things on my tasks list at the moment. After the chaos that was the first three weeks of this month (and last month), my list is remarkably short until at least some of those 130 rentals get shipped back to us so I can offload the data and start doing reports and suchlike.
Since the company is in a slack time, it would be a very good time to start job-hunting, no? Which reminds me that I have not yet gone shopping to buy something suitable for job interviews. The last three companies I've worked for have been extremely casual, to the point where the fact that I almost never wear jeans makes me look grossly overdressed.