Buh?

Harborview Receiving called me at *home* today about a package. (That I found on my chair this afternoon anyway.) Uh, yeah, if you look me up in the directory, you can find my home phone, but it also lists my work phone, and I didn't get a call there.

Morons.

Anyway, just barely home, and screw it - I'm not cooking. Chinese is on the way, and I'm ditching the condo board meeting.

Not terribly chuffed by work though - Receiving's foibles aside, I'm slogging through the inventory crap and getting the little stuff done on the side. The bigger projects are being pushed back, but I'm thinking I'll hole up a day or two next week for those.

So. Zen.

And Chinese at the door. Toodles!