Discovery

You know those cookies they serve on Delta flights? Biscoff? Two oval biscuits wrapped in red cellophane - a sort of spicy gingerbread graham cracker? I love them. I really love them. I have always loved them since my first Delta flight at age 7, and even today my dear sweet husband, who only flies Delta for business, brings them home for me from his travels.

Well, while there are loads of things I can - and need to - tell you about the new job, including the five million things I've learned about video transcoding and the overwhelming pace and drive that everyone there has - I must first tell you that Biscoff comes AS A SPREAD. IN A JAR. At sweet, spreadable room temperature.

It is the peanut butter version of Biscoff cookies. And it sits about 25 feet from me, in the common kitchen (1 of 2), that is stocked every week with tons of free food (both are), for all staff members.

I basically have an endless supply of Biscoff. This is quite the discovery. And quite the motivator - hello, 3 PM Treat!

Be Careful!

If you're a knuckle-cracker that is.

Because, as it turns out, while science has shown time and again that it does not cause arthritis, it CAN sprain a joint - like any other ligament sprain. And it really sucks if you are, perhaps, an aggressive knuckle-cracker and find yourself in just this predicament.

Prescription? Ibuprofen. And rest; lots of it. For example - wrap it up so you remember not to use it, thus letting it rest. Sheesh. 

Too perfect.

Paid my bullshit arts head tax today. The one that is going to get found illegal, overturned, and I'll see my money back someday soon. The captcha to process my online payment?

MUST PHOULYA

You ain't just whistling Dixie!

Dinner of Champions. Or newbies.

Day three at a new job... where, incidentally, I feel like I skipped right from 8th grade to college over the weekend... and what's for dinner? Oatmeal and fruit salad. Heck, it's a feat to not succumb to takeout!