The Meteorologist of Azkaban

Tonight's post is a random mish-mash of anecdotal fodder from my day. I don't have much to talk about because I'm currently editing and proof-reading the job descriptions I asked all my managers to update (or create). I have 14 of them sitting in my lap and I couldn't be more excited (not even kidding). Plus, I'm sitting on my deck, laptop in action, watching the swirling clouds. My head tinges with sudden bursts of pain (as I imagine Harry Potter's head hurts when Voldemort approaches) as my sinuses predict the next wave of tornadic activity. What is with these constant storms? Did a butterfly flap its wings in India again? My sinuses detect the smallest fluctuation in barometric pressure and I should have been a meteorologist.

Usually, I like storms and delight at their arrival. I'm retracting that delight because I don't want Ellie to get hurt.

Ellie is my new Toyota and she's PRETTY. SO not a big deal, but I'm irked that yet another hailstorm is approaching and I'm not sure how to shelter the car. Shouldn't you get at least 500 miles on a car before you have to take it in to repair hail damage? Sigh. Maybe I could flatten out a few packing boxes and duct tape them to the car? Maybe I can wrap the whole she-bang in bubble wrap? I know, I know, I shouldn't have a new car so I didn't have to concern myself with this worry!

In other news, today was the first day I didn't feel like my head was under water at work. I had the slightest inkling that I'm doing well and might just survive this whole management gig. Yes, that's newsworthy, stop judging me!

I'll leave you with one more anecdote from Saturday's cross-timezone move. My mom was helping me gather up the loose odds and ends in the living room. Of the weird stuff left over was my think tank 4x3 foot newsprint pad from work and a lightbulb. She asked me what the newsprint was for and I explained that I often draw out my ideas at work (us geeks are strange like that) and plaster my office walls with graffiti and other operational plans. Then she asked if the lightbulb was for when I had a good idea and could hold it over my head!

So now, I'm taking a lightbulb to work and keeping it on my desk for when those great ideas strike!