I get asked to work miracles all the time, because I am just that awesome. However, if the miracle I’ve been asked to produce is basically a shortcut for YOU but creates a metric clusterfuck of bad for literally EVERY OTHER DEPARTMENT, my answer may just be a non-censored “suck it up, princess”.

On the upside, magical mystery cupcakes keep appearing in our lunchroom and I am enjoying the sugar boost. It’ll go nicely with the discount salad I have for lunch.

So, BC’s premiere resigned today. I’m far more amused at the mental imagery of him “summoning the media” – picture  Gordon Campbell with a wand, shouting “ACCIO MEDIA!” mere moments before the press conference, and see if you don’t giggle a little.

Yeah, I didn’t have to look up summoning spell at all. It’s funny how I can’t remember my bank account number, but I know spells from Harry Potter and can recall them in passing to use in idle conversation.

I kept Esther‘s mustache taped to my cubical in case of emergency, but it’s kind of hard to explain – and when I do, I get even more weird looks than usual. Someone is visiting from our Toronto office, and he’s not quite sure what to make of me. That’s okay though. I know what to make of me, and it’s usually cookies.

Hey, look at this smug motherfucker right here:

i hate this guy! so smug!