I work in a strange place

(It's Edmonds Unitarian Church, btw. I didn't realize quite how strange it was till this morning--!)

I got caught in a traffic jam last night on the way home from coffee (and the wreck looked like a fender-bender, although I could be mistaken), I didn't get to sleep till around 3 a.m., and naturally I overslept by almost an hour. So I drag into work tired and hormonal, and am greeted by an envelope taped to my monitor labeled "You're [sic] Flies, 166 count." With apprehension I opened the envelope, and found--flies. (Winged ants, actually, I'm told.) I think my shriek was pretty loud, not to mention my laughter.

The envelope on my boss's monitor was labeled "Barbara's Flies, count 203 1/2."

There's been a little ant problem, apparently, and the custodial guy was having fun. I had no idea Roger's sense of humor was that warped. But it's certainly put me into a new frame of mind, and I imagine I can expect just about anything from today!

P.S. For the sake of clarity--the flies/ants are quite dead, and no, I didn't count them myself to see if Roger was accurate. ;-)

Tired

but I must keep going. Must...hear...Devilpuppy...spin...

I keep thinking about the cartoon I saw at Aurifice last night.
"At first coffee kept me alert. Then it kept me awake. Now it keeps me alive."

Which means I'm probably off to make another cup. Ye gods.