I’ve found him. 

I remember watching “Office Space” for the first time on Chad Lykins’ bed in his room, and laughing so hard I cried.  We both continued to use catchphrases with eachother till we broke up (like, a week or two later, so maybe it wasn’t all that long).  And since then, whenever I’d get tired at my job or bored or just fidgety, I’ll pop that in and remember that it’s okay: we all feel that way.

Well, those of us with jobs, anyway.

But there was one character that I didn’t believe existed: Milton.  Milton was so unnecessarily weird and annoying and frustrating and oddly possesive of office supplies that I just could not fathom this creature being based on anything real.  BUT OH MY GOD, I work with him.

Christopher comes by my desk an average of four times a day.  He does not work even close to me; he makes special trips.  He looks nothing like Milton, as he is my age and of Asian descent, but he drives me nuts.  He is the most anal retentive engineer on my staff and he drives me crazy.  He comes by my desk for what could be done with an email.. to let me know that they’re almost out of tissues, and that’s a concern because allergy season is kicking up, but can Boeing reimburse them for kleenex if they don’t want the corporate-supplied off-brand, because he has a sensitive nasal passage.. and that’s just for tissues.  God forbid they need pens, pencils, CDs, and the like.  I get an equally long explanation for their need for each.  And after he’s told me, he feels compelled to come check on the delivery status of them three times daily, each time implying the need for these items.. as if I’m witholding them.  And I’ve told him repeatedly that, while I don’t mind him stopping by, an email would be much more helpful to me.. I use my inbox as a “to-do” list.  So now, he will send me an email and then come stand by me, while I talk on the phone, until I finish my conversation, to confirm that I received the damn email.

And as I’m typing, even now, he is standing there.  Waiting for me to acknowledge him.  He think someone is stealing their office supplies.  He wants me to figure out who that could be.  And why haven’t they come in yet, anyway?  Those tissues might actually be impacting our missile defense program and..

.. I wish he’d just set the building on fire and get it over with.

Man, yesterday was a GOOD day.  No, a GREAT day.  It was superb, no question.

Okay, well, parts of it truly sucked.

But it ended well.  And that’s usually what I remember.

Ladies, I had WAAAAAY too much fun last night with y’all.  I’m all about making that happen more often.  It’s a nice feeling, to be surrounded by so many strong, diverse women.  LOVE IT.  It was nice to see Miss Gina and Allison again, and of course the usual four (Steph, Aardvark, Caroline, and myself) were there.  Great time!

Also, yesterday, I stopped by Fantasy for a bit to do something for the Windhams, and that was fun.  Marianne (as always) has tons of ideas bouncing around in her head and I volunteered for some of them, particularly a group of girls that sing swing music (similar to the Andrews sisters).  That would be lotsa fun.  I also saw the King ladies (Teri’s hair is mucho cute) and chatted with Bill H. on an upcoming project that has me psyched to no end.  Just the THOUGHT of auditioning for his slated venture makes me giddy.  We shall see.

Bar none, favorite part of my day was going home last night.  Happy from all of the estrogen flowing, I drove to Bryan’s house, where we just lay in bed and talked about our days till we fell asleep.  It was a great day.

Now, this morning, I’m slightly regretting the sangria..