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Water, water everywhere, and other things that go wrong at the office

This past Monday was more than usually interesting at dear old Glass Bathroom Bank (name changed to protect the terminally embarrassed), so I thought I would hop onto the blog at my first convenience, which happened to be today, to document it. If you don't laugh, you'll cry, and one of those is far more acceptable behavior at the office.

For instance, I discovered on Monday morning that significant traffic backups on one of the main artery roads into Pittsburgh now begin before 6:30 AM.

The prophecy

Greetings, O readers, and my apologies that this post is late! The way in which my website handles blog posts seems to have changed, and it took me a while to figure that out. Still, here we are, and I've got some words of writing for you, though it is no longer Fiction Friday, or even Sampler Saturday, as I used to call those posts.

As I type this, a cat is loving my legs, and I can hear dogs being rowdy. We had pancakes for breakfast, and will be leaving for Mass in just over an hour.

The visible royals

Good day to you, O readers! The email I've been waiting for still hasn't arrived, which has me in a bit of a grouchy mood, but I'm working to overcome that with various forms of coping, such as petting cats, chasing dogs, watching baseball, cooking dinner, washing dishes, sweeping floors, what am I forgetting here? Oh yes. Writing stories.

I'm not going to make any grand promises here, but I haven't forgotten that I now owe my Patreon followers bi-weekly chapters of fanfiction, where possible.

But, my darling, when I think of thee

Another week survived at the office, O readers, and Fiction Friday has come around again. I owe my Patreon patrons a chapter or two of fan fiction, and am hoping to be able to make good on that over the weekend, but at the moment my body doesn't like me very much, so I'm having a hard time concentrating on things like writing.

I was, however, able to get inspired by thinking of a folk song I've often enjoyed in the past, and today's Fiction Friday piece was the result of that inspiration.

The clumsy servant

As promised, O readers, Fiction Friday right on time! Well, maybe a little later than usual, but there were steamed dumplings and dogs to pet out in the main room, and after one incredibly frustrating week at work, I needed the relaxation. Now I shall share relaxation with you, and I hope that you will share your happiness with me!

Today's Fiction Friday is yet another in my semi-endless fairy tale retellings, and harks back to some of the lesser-known plot twists of the original Snow White.

The finding of the phone

Greetings, O readers! We haven't had a Why Do I Work Here Wednesday post for a while, and I've got quite a story to tell you today. I can't say that working at Glass Bathroom Bank is never dull, because there are some rather lengthy periods of boredom involved in most days, but I will say that I never know what to expect.

Today's story begins with a coworker I will call Barb, a very nice older lady, who came to my desk this afternoon upset because she could not find her cell phone.

The Highwayman, part deux

If you are a fan of history and romance, you have probably encountered Alfred Noyes's poem "The Highwayman", or the musical version sung by Loreena McKennit. It is about (surprise, surprise ) a highwayman, along with the girl he loves, Bess, the landlord's daughter, and (spoiler alert!) tells the story of their tragic deaths.

Maybe I'm just not romantic, but when I first read this poem as a sophomore in high school, I was struck mostly by the total stupidity of the title character.

Ad mediam noctem

Not used to getting blog posts so close together anymore, are you, O readers? I'm sorry about that. These last couple months haven't been the best time for me. But you knew that, and I'm working on getting back on track, thanks to yesterday's news (YAY for working from home!) and a few other things that are making life easier to handle.

The title of today's Fiction Friday post means roughly "until midnight", but we're not following quite the same plotline as usual in this little story.

Working while petting cats

I'm sure you've heard of WWJD, What Would Jesus Do. But have you discovered WWPC, Working While Petting Cats? That big news I've been promising you finally came to pass, O readers. I have been approved by my boss to try out telecommuting one to two days a week, and my first day in the wonderful world of working remotely was today!

Now if you read my blog's randomness regularly, or pay attention to my Facebook randomness, you may be thinking this news is a tad bit overdue.

The third tale

So contrary to popular opinion, O readers, I am not dead. It's hot enough here that I'm very frustrated, given my house's lack of air conditioning, and the office has been its own kind of frustrating lately (seven-day migraine, anyone?), but things are looking up a bit and therefore I can once again get into the swing of blogging! Welcome back!

Most of the things that happen around here are small, enjoyable but not earth-shattering, like the cats delivering their "prey" of fuzzy slippers to my rug.
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