god this place is insane...

Meh. I am having a hard time focusing on anything... no surprise there. I am taking 3 lovely well-deserved days off. Hopefully, I will be interviewing for jobs more Southern. I went to one northern interview on Friday. If I didn't have full intentions of heading back across the Mason-Dixon line it would have been a sweet job... props to the great job fairy. Now sprinkle some orange, volunteer dust my way... please? I have a huge long rant about Stepzilla but I just dont have it in me to spew it out onto the page...don't want to turn the peculiaralities of ICE into a rant session. Just more of the same really... go back and read the four years before this post... you will get the gist of it. I did discover today that the "supply" closet in the break room, the one that is kept under lock and key because it holds such valuables as sweetener and hot chocolate and is usually available to the trustworthy upper-management types, is available to Herman. No wonder she feels such a responsibility toward the fridge. She has authority in there. She can dole out the sugar packets willy-nilly if she wants to. I guess if you are privvy to the supply closet lock you are somehow authorized to determine who can keep what in the fridge. Note to self: the rest of the world is not really like this... there is hope. Colormist swears...