flibbertigibbetting

I’ve managed to dress the same as two other co-workers today, so at our boss’s insistence, we took pictures. Of course, even if I had access to these pictures, no way in hell would I post them.

The office is being shaped-up (read thrown into disarray) due to impending visits from big clients. For some reason, this involved shuffling everyone’s seating arrangements. My new cube has a window that faces south (instead of east) and now I can’t leave the blinds open without squinting. Oh yeah, and they’re also incapable of moving my phone, so now it’s the only thing at my old desk, and I go over there every few hours to see if anyone has called me. (ETA on the phone move is Friday. :P)

At a co-worker’s recommendation, I’m listening to The Pizza Tapes, which is the last recording session with Gerry Garcia. It’s pretty good folk, actually. Not really what I expected, but then I was pretty open to whatever. (I’m not a big fan.) Believe it or not, I needed a break from Lali Puna. (six tracks later, I think my break is nearly up — this is a long cd.)

I won tix to see the new Bond movie tonight. Nobody really seems to trust my taste in movies but me, so I’m not promising to post a review or anything, just stating the fact. (or e-babbling.)

One of my favorite words is Flibbertigibbet. I’ve particularly admired it since I first saw it used in the movie Joe vs the Volcano. I don’t know what this has to do with anything, but if I were a female, and I could verb the word, I’d be flibbertigibbetting right now.