Meredith Viera is hott.

I'm in a

I don't even know if I want to blog. My mindset, she's not so good.

Despite the fact that right now on PBS there's some metaphysical guy doing some show about Intentions. It's...I don't know.

Remind myself to transcribe a phone call I got at work today...tomorrow. Or not. I haven't decided yet if I should. Part of the critic inside. (Critic inside, critic inside, every single one of us...)

Speaking of work stuff (which I'll do, because it takes my mind off other stuff) - Steve Scott (yes, there was someone at my work named Steve Scott. Coincidentally enough, he sometimes called himself "Fred", and there were people who did not know that "Fred" and Steve were the same person. Um. What was my point? I don't know.)
Oh. Steve Scott left (retired? resigned? got another job? I don't know. Nobody told me, and if we're going to be honest, I didn't care enough to ask. I mean, I liked Steve well enough, but [shrug]. I have issues with being social.). He had been at the station for, seriously, like 30 years. Man.

Also, my ex-boss, whom I used to ^lovingly^ refer to as Fuck Face, put in his two week notice yesterday. Oddly, after I left Master Control and no longer had to work under him, he wasn't so bad. I mean, we were never gonna be close personal friends or anything, but I decided a couple months ago that he no longer deserved the nickname of Fuck Face.

In other news, I'm totally craving a Pepsi.