gah.

Feeling totally overwhelmed by wedding and job and life in general. Would like to spend remainder of lunch period hiding under my desk sucking my thumb, but the vice president is on the phone on the other side of the room, and he and my officemate would probably become rather concerned if I did so. And it would probably not be good for either their peace of mind or my career in general if they had to spend the next 20 minutes trying to coax me out from under my desk.

Random

There's a birdfeeder someone hung in a tree in the median of Park Avenue.

I passed a mobile post office - a truck that sells stamps and takes express mail.

I'm reorganizing my company's computer filing system. And buried in a folder in a subfolder in a subfolder of company financials is a file from 2002 on scabies. Better yet, it's locked so I can't delete it - and I know who locked it. The guy's no longer with the company, but I did meet him. And this, boys and girls, is why you don't store personal files on the company server and why you clean things up before you leave.