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Face Magic is Catching

The spouse and I went to a book signing just prior to my surgery. Not something we normally do and with the invention of the e-reader this might be the first actual paper book I have purchased in two years. That being said, I would not have missed today's signing for the world as I have great respect or the author. I find that he has the same outlook on life that I do, only about 500 times more brilliant. OK, this is a side note just to explain the outing.


After said signing we met a friend and had lunch before we went to go get some Holiday Decoration shopping done, this was the weekend before my surgery so we were kind of making it a date day AND It was really more of a time waster to avoid the 'Rent. Shopping, not lunch.

Said friend arrives before us and gets a table and a drink. Smart Friend! We arrive and he informs us that apparently our waitress has extreme over-share disease. Wait, I gotta back up. FIRST he tells us he got carded for his beverage, which at our age that…

They always come back

So life without the former Serial Killer In Charge has been pleasant enough.

He left the department, and what I got in exchange for a supervisory person, while lacking, does not inspire me to wonder where the bodies are hidden when we interact.

Today however SKIC was back in the building. And not just in the building, but in a meeting I had to attend, and not just IN THE MEETING, BUT SITS NEXT TO ME.

Everyone looks at him and someone voices, "What are you doing here?"

SKIC: (and I shit you not, this is verbatim) "I have come down from my white castle to wander among the peasants. Or should I say, my self imposed Ivory Tower to hang out with the Dregs."

Me: "Well excuse us. Don't sit to close, I can't promise I don't carry the plague."


Dregs? Defined as follows:
1: sediment contained in a liquid or precipitated from it :lees —usually used in plural 2: the most undesirable part —usually used in plural <the dregs of society> 3: the last re…

SUPASTAH!

I am having one of those moments where I am completely confused with the powers that be at my job. We have to have a translation from English to a second language for something.

I had two years of the second language 20+ years ago in High School. For some reason this apparently qualifies me to be the person that takes the lead on this project.


Seriously? I don't even remember anything beyond the basics. But somehow this makes me the Subject Matter Expert. I can't stop laughing at this. It is just too absurd for words.