God works in funny ways

We play this game at work called Left Center Right. You have three dice, and on each dice is an L, a C, an R, and three dots. And you start out with three $1 bills. So if you roll an R, you give a bill to the right; an L, and the bill goes to the left; a C, and the bill goes into the center pot. If you get a dot, you keep your bill!

It's an incredibly fun game, particularly when you get down to the end and a few people are rolling to win the center pot. Whilst playing the game (and my likelihood of winning was veeeeery poor), I thought, if I win, I'll keep my original $3 and give the other $57 to the homeless shelter.

Out of sheer luck, I ended up as one of the last three people with a $1 bill. And out of what I can only figure as godly interference, I won the whole game.

So, I guess that homeless shelter is $57 richer. Because there's no way I'll invite the wrath of karma into my life by not donating it!

Good News!

I've finally learned how to do my own hair!

It only took me 25 years...

But hey, some people are slow learners.

I will miss the days we had.

The warm weather has passed,

and winter is in the air.

Know how I know?

Because today, it happened.

I put my chocolate brown cotton/satin sheets in the wash,

and instead of replacing them on the bed,

I pulled out by deep red flannel sheets.

And took out my thick fur-like white blanket.

Summer's gone... Now winter's on its way.

The WorldWideWeb

Today, I found this web page that explains the founding of this beautiful thing called the Internet. And the rest is history. A rather fascinating read, even if a lot of it is definitely over my head. I never really thought much about how little I understand the Internet even though I use it on a daily, even hourly often, basis.

And I shall forever be grateful to Tim Berners-Lee for creating the WorldWideWeb so that I can discover sites like this for my entertainment. And be constantly connected to family and friends. And live in this day and age of so much knowledge and discovery. Long live the WWW.

Co-Worker Dish Time

Sometimes I wish I worked in a more normal, mainstream, corporate office. But usually only when really crappy techno music is playing in the office, just because one of my co-workers thinks life is a party at all times.

A separate co-worker makes me a person I don't want to be; namely, I consistently want to punch him on an hourly basis, and sometimes for no reason whatsoever. It's the little things that get to me.

Sometimes conversation at work steers toward phone-sex workers, and how one of my female co-workers is considering becoming one. Because it's great money. And her husband disapproves of it, but he works nights, so... she's got some free time! This is real. A real conversation.

One of my co-workers is new. He doesn't get some things yet. This is understandable. What isn't understandable is how I confirmed three times with him that I was charging a customer's card, then later he comes back to me and says, no, the customer wanted a credit. Oh, thanks for making me look like the idiot.

Sometimes my boss is cool, and makes me purchase a new, ridiculously comfortable office chair. And then work is okay again. And sometimes I get a bonus, and work is okay again. And when I leave work each night, I get to walk past the really cute nighttime FedEx guy, and work is okay again.