Taking it to the cleaners

I received an email notice at work today telling me I had to complete an online course about anti-money laundering and anti-terrorist reporting with regards to the financial sector. Dutifully, I logged in and began my e-learning.

 "Suspicious transaction indicators can include:
  - Accounts with a large number of small cash deposits and a small number of large cash withdrawals.
  - Activity far exceeds activity projected at the time of opening of the account
  - Client is secretive and reluctant to meet in person..."

Shortly after reading that part, my boss messaged me to check in on how things were going. I told him.

me: I'm doing a money-laundering and terrorist reporting course online...and I'm convinced Mrs. G is a terrorist.

(Mrs. G had been making RIDICULOUSLY large and frequent withdrawals from her accounts lately, pretty much sapping all of her savings)

boss: yeah. She will say she is the victim...
boss: and that Casino Rama is the terrorist.
...

And, while we're on the topic of stuff at work, the other day, I guess I'd been unusually quiet at work for the day because both Bossman and my lovely admin assistant took a moment each to ask me if I was "okay."  I totally was, but I guess I'd been in the zone all day and was so focused on getting stuff done that I hadn't taken a moment to notice how quiet I'd been.  I mentioned it to another co-worker, Sasquatch.

  "So I spend one day in 'the zone,' and everyone freaks out?"
  "Well, I guess you're usually so bubbly and loud that everyone noticed when you went quiet."
  "But I was just in 'the zone!' I was super productive today!"
  "So does that mean usually you're not productive?"

Crap.
...

And while on the topic of just quotes and updates in general, I guess Malcolm took notice that I'd been typing for a while instead of the usual point-and-click surfing of late-nights.

  "Why are you typing so much?"
  "I'm blogging."
  "Oh.  Oh yeah?  Well, I love you.  Blog that."

I did.  And I love you too.