Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler.

Okay, most people remember the film Office Space. In it, the main character is practically molested by about eight different managerial types at the company he works for because he inadvertently left a cover page off a report he's responsible for. The report is called a TPS; it’s totally useless and so is the cover page. But that doesn’t keep the corporate trolls he works with from making him feel like a complete horse’s ass.

I had a TPS moment today.

Yep, my fault… I made a typo and put down the wrong date on a memo between me and one other employee. Said employee sent a panic e-mail to me, my boss, his boss and about 87 other people in the company. Before I could even respond, words like “disaster” and “debacle” were being tossed about.

Dudes… it was a typo. That’s short for typographical error. It means that everything was done correctly and everything is fine with the exception of one lousy digit that didn’t deserve to be noticed anyway. YOU MUST CHILL.

Unbelievable. Don’t these people have anything better to do?

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Watched Chapter 5 of Angels in America last night… CLASSIC LINE that I have got to use on someone someday:

“You know what your problem is, Louis? Your problem is you're so full of piping hot crap that the mention of your name draws flies.”

Isn’t that great? From the same character, later in the same scene:

“I hate this country, Louis. Nothing but a bunch of big ideas and stories and people dying, and then people like you. The white cracker who wrote the National Anthem knew what he was doing. He set the word free to a note so high nobody could reach it. That was deliberate.”

I don’t necessarily hate this country myself, but it’s an amazing observation nonetheless.

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So I waved hello to two people this morning while on the treadmill and nothing went flying. I’m so flippin’ proud I can barely stand myself. :) Up next: walking and chewing gum. Simultaneously.

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I bumped into Tina this morning while waiting for my shuttle. Can I just say that the chance encounter put me in a good mood? Who knows why… I guess it’s just the realization that I have some awesome friends.


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I literally can’t wait for dinner tonight.

Backstory: As you know, Bill and I are fans of Top Chef. This season the chefs used a Moroccan spice called ras el hanout in several dishes. I got curious about this stuff as I’d never heard of it, and found out that it’s actually a blend of spices. Apparently, if you go to the big spice markets in Morocco, each dealer will have their own recipe for ras el hanout. Most of them are based on curry and paprika, with a bunch of other stuff added in from tumeric to rose hips.

Well, I ordered a small jar of ras el hanout for Bill to cook with. We found a recipe for a Moroccan stew called tagine that’s made with with chicken, potatoes, tomatoes, onion and a bunch of other stuff. Bill made it last night so that I can have a quick dinner before rehearsal tonight.

Oh. My. GOD.

No lie, I could have eaten the entire tureen right then and there... and I had finished dinner only about an hour earlier.

Do yourself a favor… get yourself some ras el hanout. (Or be real nice to Bill and maybe he’ll make you some tagine.)