I found my tweezers! Yay for me! So now my eyebrows are perfectly tweezed with no stray little hairs that those other tweezers just couldn't seem to grasp.

I did some laundry last night and found them in the pocket of a pair of white jeans I wore recently. That'll show me not to wear white after Labor Day, I guess.

In not-so-good news, Crush Dude is no longer my crush dude. I've had my doubts about him all along, actually. He seems to be terribly short-tempered and actually rather sexist. I've always kind of ignored those attributes I found unattractive. After all, he's just a crush dude. I never really had any intention of getting close to him. He was just fun to gaze at from afar and fantasize about.

Well, I've had to get to know him a little better, due to work-related issues. See, he's our Information Systems Manager. There are times when we have to deal with one another.

We have been having an ongoing problem with one of my department's fax machines (it eats lots of paper, for no apparent reason). I keep a log of all of these problems, actually, cuz they are simply legion. I've been calling his people to come fix said problem since May. They come over, fiddle around as if they know what they're doing and leave; the problem, of course, not fixed. I finally just gave up.

I found a couple of things that we who use this fax machine can do to assist it in not eating paper for no apparent reason. I have discussed this with my peeps and posted a helpful reminder above the machine. Well, it has become obvious over the past few weeks that my peeps are just way too busy (read: "lazy") to spend the extra two seconds it would take to adhere to my little guidelines. Therefore, I e-mailed everybody this morning, gently asking that they stop wasting f'n paper and play by my rules. My boss then forwarded my note to Crush Dude, asking that he get us a new fax machine. Well, Crush Dude flipped his nutt and went off on me, accusing me of intimating that his peeps don't respond to my requests for assistance and don't know what they're doing.

Say WHAT? Defensive much?

Of course, I was quite courteous and professional in my response.

This is why you should never really get to know your crush dudes. They inevitably disappoint when you figure out that they're only human after all and human men at that.

So now I am in search of a new object for my lustful thoughts and dreams. Believe me when I tell you that I will find no such object here at work. How in the world am I supposed to keep busy all day now?

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