So, this weekend has blown so far. Again. I'm still counting down the days until my trip to Burlington, and have the house to myself. Thirteen days. I can't wait. I never wrote down what happened to me at work a while ago, though. The office in which I work, before Elizabeth and I arrived, was inhabited by the former product tester/instruction writer for The Science Source. He's now dead; he died of cancer this spring, and part of our function is to act as his temporary replacement. So, no biggie. God rest his soul. One day, I shut my computer down just as I was getting ready to leave. Elizabeth and I had been having trouble with our computers all week, but the next morning, we weren't sure what would happen. The most bizarre problem was that her computer settings (email addresses, background, fonts, etc.) would come up on my machine, and mine on hers. Really bizarre. When we arrived, the picture of the former product support gentleman, Mr. Ford, popped up as my background. He was there, and everyone in the office next door confirmed it. So did his wife. And none of them had ever seen the photograph. And the photograph was on NONE of the computers in the building. Not a one. So, I now have an excuse to believe in guardian angels, in a way. Work has gone more smoothly ever since Tom 'showed' up, and I wish I was there right now. I don't want to be home, because it pisses me off. I don't want to be at the Shack, because it pisses me off even more. I just want to work there, and that's it, but I know that I can't. My student bill got posted for the fall on Friday. I owe $1100.