Damn you, Batman

Awoke from a long complicated dream about Batman - I think maybe I was Batgirl, and Batman was away, and the Commissioner had assembled a team of minor super heroes to deal with an invasion of the police station. There were pit traps and slaves and flirting with someone who had mind control powers as well, somewhere in there.

Having a lot of trouble waking up today. Woozy.

ADD

I'm doing my best "I need Ritalin" impression today. (I don't, actually.) I'm unfocused, people keep interrupting me wanting perfectly sensible things, and between the two I just can't seem to stay on any task for more than five minutes. I have a big to do list today, and I'm wondering how much is actually going to get done.

Conversations

Overheard: "Man, that was like the "Killing Me Softly" of bathrooms."
(No clue what that means.)

Participated in, that you would never hear anywhere else:
Coworker: "What floor is Cash Control on?"
Me: "Third floor."
Coworker: "I remember it's by the stuffed weasels."
Me: "Yeah, stuffed weasels on the one end and primates on the other...you remember how to get to the weasels, right?"

Hero of the office

I got myself elected hero of the office today. I cleaned out the fridge.

We had, among other horrors, leftovers from three weeks ago, yogurt that had expired in May, orange juice that had expired in March, cheese we think might have been from Christmas, and a collection of salad dressings going back to the last time I cleaned out the fridge in 2008. (Why am I the only one who ever thinks to do this? I don't even use that fridge. I only cleaned it out because the smell in the conference room was pissing me off.) The funkalicious odor has been explained.

Lysol'd the hell out of the thing, and then spent an hour and a half painstakingly defrosting the completely-full-of-ice freezer by pouring hot water over it and pouring the drippings into used soda bottles so we didn't end up with a lake in the carpet again.

Seriously, why am I the only one who does this shit? (Oh, wait, 'cause it was a pain in the ass.)

On the other hand, my coworkers are fawningly grateful and think I'm the best thing since sliced bread.