Tall, gorgeous, statuesque women are really frickin’ annoying.

The account rep for one of our vendors at the Lab is just that, and I’ve been hearing about her physical charms every time the topic comes up (which is surprisingly often). We recently had to switch to a different company, so she’s been trying to win back our business. I got to meet her today, and it was highly amusing –  and as a short fat feminist nerd with unfortunate Thursday hair, eye rolling and disgusting – to watch her flirt with my boss and my German in an attempt to get them behind her plan of making my life a living hell. Unfortunately for her, the short fat nerd girl with bad hair is, while not immune to the physical charms of an admittedly lovely lady, more interested in NOT increasing the work load of her staff (and is also not into tall blonde supermodels with French accents). While she was busy making my German blush at her outright plea of “is there anything I can do to get your business back?”, I was drinking it in and being smug about it all – so *that’s* how pretty people get their way. Huh. How ‘bout that.

I shot down her points and countered them with my own. I may not be gorgeous, but I know routers!

You know, I don’t think I won this round after all.

Choosing to skip the morning shower is an entirely different beast than being forced to go about your day unkempt and frazzled.

A water pipe in our building burst last night, and they had to shut the water completely off. We have absolutely no water except for the few bottles we had in the fridge. We used those for tooth brushing and face washing, but that doesn’t come close to taking a full shower. I have terrible hair today. My hat is doing little to disguise the fact that I am quite unclean.

I need sleep, badly. I just spent 5 minutes wracking my brain for the correct word meaning “the act of submitting”, as in handing in a form. Obviously the word is “submission”, except in my current state I was quite willing to argue with myself because “submission” is a dirty sex term, not a provisioning term! Tee hee! So that would make the proper word “submition”, right?

.. yeah. I need sleep.

My mom called last night to chat about her visit. She had a nice time, but her blood pressure was freaking out until she got back home. She also expressed amazement that we would dare have FOUR cats, and told me that while I may love Sasha she isn’t worth the vet bills. This is a prime example of why my mother and I don’t get along, but I knew that arguing with her would be pointless. She just .. doesn’t get it. She doesn’t get anything about me, and I think we’re both okay with that.

I DID ask her if she’s ever thought about getting a computer though, and her answer was a resounding NO. I guess I’m off the hook for getting her online, which is a relief but also a mild disappointment – it would have been hilarious, in a tragic sort of way.

I’m documenting things now. See the headphones? That means I’m documenting, so don’t ask me any stupid questions about routers.