[Not] very superstitious

I was riding the elevator today when I noticed something. My office building has a 4th floor. Not TOO Earth shattering since it's an older building, before they starting omitting the fourth floor for the sake of superstitious Chinese residents.

But.

My office building has a 13th floor too!

Take that, superstition!

But then I was so caught up in wonderment about the gall of having those floors included in the directory that I ended up getting off on the wrong floor. n00b.

Quote of the Moment:

    "Women are like teabags--you won't know how strong they are until you put them in hot water."
    --some chick on Project Runway Canada
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...and cue MBA's comments re: teabags.

Not quite the shirt off her back, but close

My best friend visited me this morning. I needed shoes that she had, she wanted shoes that I had. I needed them for this weekend. I told her last night. And yet, bright and early this morning, she was here for me bearing the shoes I needed--she solved my situation.

Groggy and still shaking off the sleepies, I accepted the shoes, and then went on to complain about how I'd forgotten my earrings this morning and was feeling assessorily naked. Without hesitation, she solved that situation for me too:

    "Here, wear these ones."

And she handed me the earrings she was wearing.

I *heart* my Señorita.
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This is still my favourite Señorita quote.

Ben & Jerry's saved my life

I have to much to tell and not enough time to tell it. Ah the story of my life. Boston was amazing, Cape Cod and Provincetown were gorgeous, and Salem was thrilling. But of course it's good to be home. Though this was my first NACIVT trip where I technically got to have my home with me the whole time...

Two wrongs?

The other day I dropped my phone on the sidewalk. Not unusual of me, especially since I've never really kept my phone in a case. The brief whiles that I kept my phone in a holster, I still managed to drop it on the sidewalk on the one exposed corner of the phone and scratched it to hell anyway.

Anyhoo, I dropped my phone, picked it up and went on my merry way as usual after a drop. But then I got a phone call...and I couldn't hear a thing. So I rebooted. Then I got another phone call...and I STILL couldn't hear a thing. So I got Crazy to check the volume settings. Then I got one more test call...nothing. I determined that my callers could hear me, but that I couldn't hear my callers. :(

Resigned to text messaging only, I went home. Then my brother called. Explaining into the silence after answering that while I could not hear him, I knew that he could hear me, and if he would be so kind as to resign himself to texting me, that would be grand. Our conversation continued with him texting me and with me responding with single-sided phone calls.

By about the fourth single-sided call, I vented my annoyance by banging on my phone's screen with my fist as I waited for it to tell me that it was connected and I could start speaking at my brother. But then,

    "Hello?"

I could hear again! Thrilled, I wrapped up my conversation with my brother, called Crazy to share the news, and then took a moment to bask in the knowledge that I didn't have to deal with finding myself a new phone.

Now I only have 565746796416 things left to do.