Arrgh.

None of the turnstiles at the PATH station would take my ticket. None of them. I finally ended up paying cash. They'd better take it on the way home. I've got 17 rides left on that thing, and I am Not Amused.

on Fridays

While it's sad when coworkers leave, plastic cups of champagne is an excellent way to end a Friday.

Of course, I've got an hour or so left of work and now I'm tipsy...maybe I shouldn't do the budgets after all...