Stupid, Stupid Vending Machines

Candy machines are horrible, vile things. And for those of us who are will-power-impaired, they're all the worse.

I work about ten feet away from one of these atrocities. All they do is tempt you with something you shouldn't have. They need to replace the blasted thing with a sandwich machine, is all I can say. My volunteer showed up, so I have to stop ranting. Stupid, stupid machine!

What's Today Look Like

Proofread in the morning, interrupted by going downstairs to buy a couple of talking thermometers (one for me). Then at lunch Allison tried calling via Skype, but unfortunately that didn't work because of her school's network, which was sad.

More proofreading this afternoon. Then from 4:00 to 6:30 Central, I'll be taking a break. Anyone who has my home number or knows where to find it, my calls will be forwarded to work, so feel free to call. Then it's fun braille math course, and then home and hopefully Skype, if I'm lucky.

So yesterday I'm sitting in my office, and someone knocks on the door and says, "It seems to me I owe you a Coke from a long time ago", and promptly hands me a case of Coke Zero. I don't even know who the person was, much less why I would be owed a Coke. I probably inadvertently came across as rude, but I was just trying to identify the person ... unsuccesfully.

Done

And so ends the working day proper. I think I'll do some reading during the break. In other news I've decided that I'm an absolutely hopelessly sentimental ass. I know, tell you something you don't already know.