calling all cars

Someone at work decided I was responsible enough for People, so they gave me a People.

I’m a manager without a department, which is perfect for me – I don’t have to worry about being too nice to my people then suddenly turn into a foaming wildebeest when things Go Wrong or when yet another crisis is shoved up my ass without buying me dinner first. At least, that’s the theory – even though I am my own department, I still find myself mysteriously responsible for things that Go Wrong on a regular basis and I get all stressed out and sweary and also there is foam. I don’t mind giving feedback or barking orders to people that I’m not ultimately responsible for, but I am very protective of those I deem to be mine, official or not. Someone clued into that, and now I have a People. Just one, mind you, but he’s mine and we have weekly meetings and I solve problems and go to bat for him when necessary. I’m kind of enjoying having a People. If I get enough of them, I will buy them all matching track suits.

I meant to do this all of last month, but I live life on the edge and have waited until the last three days: 7-Eleven in the US has a Domo thing going on, and I want in on the action. Part of Tuesday night’s road trip was spent driving down random scary streets in what turned out to be a fruitless search for an American 7-Eleven so I can get me some Domo love – and since I am unfulfilled, I have turned to the internet for assistance. If anyone out there down there wants to go to a 7-Eleven and get me Domo things, I will send you a Delicious Juice Dot Care Package in return (as well as pay you back). I’m specifically looking for figurines, straws, cups, and anything cute and awesome that isn’t a t-shirt. Canada isn’t getting any Domo stuff, and the promotion ends on Sunday so I am a sad monkey without any fun stuff. Help a brother out? There’s bacon-flavoured candy in it for you!

I am wearing plaid ruffled underpants today, so I fully expect wonderful things to happen.