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February 16, 2003

Pastor's message today was 'Finding Your Place in God's Plan'. I suppose that God meant for there to be old maids, too. Somehow I'm not comforted.

February 17, 2003

Mondays should be outlawed. Someone in the office cut the photo out of the tabloid and tacked it to the bulletin board. Someone made a remark about how convenient it would be to have Baxter for a boyfriend--if you wanted evidence on him, you wouldn't have to hire a private detective, you could just go to the newstand. Someone suddenly found out that the restroom was totally out of toilet paper when they made their regular-as-clockwork visit after lunch. I'm glad I have a big purse. Do you know how much room a roll of toilet tissue takes up?

Convinced Callahan that he didn't need a complete furniture suite for each sleeping chamber, since the shelter occupants, would probably have to grease themselves to squeeze inside. He finally settled on futons and a couple of stacking storage containers for each room. Except his room, of course, but that's twice the size of the other ones. He's going to fit a kingsize bed in there, even if he only has a half-foot space around the sides. He was talking about having a tv mounted on the wall. I asked if he really wanted to risk having it fall on his head if there were tremors. He mused about having it set into the wall. I told him that the interior walls were too thin, and it was too late to blast space in one of the exterior walls. Am wondering what the hell he thinks he'll watch? If it's bad enough for him to be locked into the shelter, I'd think it would be bad enough to wipe out most broadcasts. Knowing him he'll probably have a video library.

February 19, 2003

I was kidding about the fucking video library, but he wants me to order one for him. Sent over a five page, single spaced list of what NOT to order. I'm almost positive this isn't part of my job description, but there's no union to complain to. I guess this could be fun: just sort of pretend I'm doing it for myself, can buy anything I want without worrying about expenses. So help me God, though, I'm paying retail for this, and I'm not ordering any porn for him. If he wants that, he can pick it out himself. I don't even buy porn for myself. Yeah, I rent occasionally (please God don't let Mom find this) but that's not the same.

So since he's going to have the videos that means I'll have to add a television and a player to the list of furniture needed. At least he had enough sense not to ask for a 'home theater' set up. I don't guess I'll try to talk him out of the satelite dish hookup. After all, if it survives whatever happens at first, it may be able to pick up news.

February 20, 2003

Underground phone line has been installed at the shelter. Seems like a waste to me. After all, if things are so bad that you're staying in the shelter long enough to want to call someone, then chances are that something happened that's gonna make it hard for you go get through to anyone. Who are you going to call? Pizza delivery? Movie Line? Yeah, sure, 911, but again--will it get through? And if it does, won't the 911 guys and gals have their plates pretty full already?

He agreed to the short wave sets. Yep, sets--two of them. Just in case. I may not like the booger, but I'll do my damnedest to be sure that he has the absolute best chance of survival I can give him.

Best estimation of shelter finish time is around March 20, 21. We're making excellent headway, considering the number of times our freaking client has changed his mind about things.

Entertainment Weekly running an article on Hot Brits. Guess who's the coverboy? He's got a nice smile. Sort of like 'this is all a joke, isn't it?'

February 21, 2003

There's an email titled 'You owe me one pinch' in my inbox when I get to work. Got huge goofy grin on my face, then sternly tried to remind myself that he's probably a fickle dog. Didn't work very well. Wonder how he got my email addy? Probably from Callahan. What the heck must Callahan have thought when Colin asked? He'll probably think Baxter is trying to steal me away from my job to build a shelter for him. Think I'll wait till most of the office is out to lunch, then print the email. I'm not saving the thing to hard drive or disk. God knows WHO might find it. I'll tuck it in here.

February 24, 2003

Saving more emails that have come in and gone out in the last couple of days. Will most likely have to destroy them later, or else throw all decency out the windows, sell them to tabloid, and retire rich.