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Last night’s wacky dream: I was at work, and one of the support people was quizzing me about what my password “meant.” They were having network problems, and none of the consultants could connect, so they all went to work from home. Meanwhile, a whole bunch of new people came in and took all the cubes around me, two to a cube. It was a lot like rows of desks from elementary school. These were supposedly employees in my department, but I didn’t recognize any of them. At one point, I realized that our office chairs were actually working toilets. Odd. Later, the room morphed into something similar to the dining chapel at Kripalu, and BestFriend was with me, and we were stealing some kind of fruity granola bars.

I woke up to some really powerful thunderstorms. My electric flashed a couple times before I got out of bed. Then, when I went to leave, I opened the door to find that the patio is now more like a wading pool. And, the neighbor’s German Shepherd was happily splashing about, leashless. So I ended up having to leave out the other door, and walk around half the block to avoid the puddles and the loose dog.

Now, I just found out what I’m inheriting in the way of work from the consultant who is leaving. It’s the online training component of the project I’m on now. So, I’ll have to use Camtasia to take video screenshots of the app, then edit them together. I’m happy, because this feels like I’m actually putting my film major to some good use. Then, I’ll have to record voiceovers for the screens. Ahem. I guess I’ll have to get my sexy radio voice back well before the college radio station reunion in October.

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So, I wanted to home and go straight to yoga class, but I'm stuck at work. Waiting to test an application that doesn't work right now. Joy!

I also want to go home and clean the bathroom. Not because of dirt (I cleaned that earlier this week) but because it looks like someone was re-enacting Psycho in there. I have a fear that some emergency will happen and my landlord will need to go inside, and then I'll arrive home, only to be arrested. It's one of those odd things, you dye your hair, and the dye doesn't turn *that* red on any surfaces you've dripped upon until much later. There are red handprints on the wall and mirror, crimson drips redder than any fake horror movie blood on the floor and counter, red stains in the bathtub and even a bloody looking blotch on my white pillowcase. Sometimes I miss the dorm bathroom -- everything was marble, so nothing stuck to it.