#workmakesmehappybutboring

Cupcakes the size of toonies (a $20 stack of 'em) this afternoon for my coworkers' birthdays. I almost didn't go, tried to slip away from the party early because I was expecting an important phone call. But my office-mate noticed me hanging back and waved me in to grab a seat.

My boss told a story about how a psychic medium told her one day that she had mould in her house. She was adamant that that was not the case. It turned out that they had a leak in one of the pipes behind the kitchen cupboards though, and yes, some mould as a result.

Probably about ten years ago my mom and I went to some kind of spiritual wellness convention. They had free tarot card readings and the psychic there told me I would be working in health care. Ridiculous poppycock, I figured, for I was studying communications. Well duh, hospitals need communicators too. Perhaps putting a psychic or two on the payroll wouldn't be a bad pilot project.

In other news, I don't know how to tweet or use my Blackberry to its full potential. I feel like my parents when Internet came to town. (loveyouMomandDad) I need to make friends with a high school kid or something to get back in social media shape.