This is my 600th post on this incarnation of this blog. I had another one at Blogger for a while, and I think I have them somewhere, I’ll have to make sure they’re back in my archives. Maybe another 15 posts or so. Elissa is over for our quad-weekly visit and Pimms-fest. Booze-amahol is inherent in this post.
Today my brain kinda went into neutral at work. I got stuff done, honest. I got to order a bunch of something that I would normally have shot down, or suspected isn’t really necessary, which translates to “I’m worried they’ll become toys.” It’s that enough of a sort of purchase that the person at the vendor said “Oh, are these gifts for people at work, like a giveaway?”
I feel like putting stickers on them when they arrive that say “No having fun with this.” I’m such a grump sometimes. I’m a hardware junkie like the best of them, but sometimes I feel like people want things because it’ll be fun to have them. Not because they’re needed for business purposes, but because they’re cool.
