As you might guess from the photoooo, we take certain holidays quite seriously over there in Cubeland. So there are my emerald green tights and I was also wearing a black / emerald green turtleneck sweater and a green scarf. We won’t talk about what’s on my feet. Suffice it to say that I do have a pair of biz-caz shoes in one of my desk drawers.

Meet and Greet for our Chitchen Reno this morning. Surprise, surprise, surprise! We can start this THURSDAY! That’s two business days ahead of schedule! Are we ready? Of course we are ready! We’re happy, they’re happy, everybody’s happy. Goodbye. I gotta go to work now… … … Except… Not quite… The GG took the day off today and we both just sort of rattled around for a little while. At least that’s what I felt like *I* was doing. He may have a different opinion about what *he* was doing. I took a couple more pictures, just for posterity. I packed up all of the food in the three cupboards I use for food. Except for the Swiss Miss, which was almost empty and I figgered the GG might want it today.

Eventually I rattled my way over to Cubeland and was happily working away when the faaaarrr alarm went off. We dragged our feet about going outside like we usually do. There was absolutely no evidence of smoke or flames anywhere, not even burned popcorn! We get a fair number of false alarms and it’s a one-story building with many exits. I took my time putting on my outdoor gear and made sure I had my phone and my purse and my keys before heading out. We’ve been through this a brazilian times and we knew there was NO FIRE! But it turned out that there was some sort of “real” incident in the other half of the building. People were calling it a Halon Dump but I’m not really sure that’s what it was. The faaaarrr department did don protective masks and O2 tanks to enter that side of the building to make sure things were safe in there.

And then, at four in the afternoon, we all decamped over to our go-to Green Beer joint to celebrate our fave holiday. As usual, this event was arranged by the LSCHP, who is a rabbi in his off hours and I couldn’t tell you for sure but if he has a drop of Irish blood in him it is a small one. Of course, many of the folks we work with probably do not have any Irish blood either but I guess we are all Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, even those of us who come from China or India or, uh, Russia. There were a few Scots amongst us, including The Queen Bee. I spent a bit of time drunkenly proclaiming myself as “Scot-Canuck”, whatever the hell that is.

I came home to… Hmmm… I won’t say what I came home to but it was stressful for a while. In the end, a post-it note saved the evening.

Update: I agree, the tights look turquoise. But they are in fact emerald green [grin]. I have some turquoise ones too!

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