When real things happen to imaginary people

Hi peeps, I'm in Ottawa. My team continues to be awesome, my new writer is going to be SO MUCH HELP omg.

Random bits of hilarity from the trip so far:

- Yesterday morning, I found the office building with no problem, having been there before. But I didn't remember which floor my company was on, and there were no signs in the lobby. So, vaguely remembering the 5th floor, I hopped on the elevator and went on up.

The doors open, and there's a table with ... a ... security guard? Who stares at me, completely gobsmacked.

"Hi!" I say, "I think I went to the wrong floor. Could you tell me what floor [my company] is on?"

More staring. Then, in a heavy French accent, says, "One moment", and gets on their walkie-talkie. A minute later, their supervisor steps out of the elevator.

After a few minutes of discussion, the supervisor escorts me around the building until we find the correct floor for [my company]. The security guard supervisor shakes my hand, bids me a good day, and leaves.

It turns out the 5th floor is where an office of the Canadian government is located.

- Nowhere near as ridiculous, but when I was walking to the office this morning, a construction worker shouted "Le vampire!" at me. I cracked up and waved.

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I've broken up with linear time again. I mean, I'm adjusting to the time change, kinda-sorta, but UGH. Plus, I'm still sleep-deprived from just getting here, because I had to be at the airport at 6am on Sunday morning, which meant getting up at 4:30-ish. I think I got maybe 3 hours of sleep that night.

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Anyway, hiiiiiiii. How are folks?

THIS SUNDAY

The Great Goth Yard Sale, vol. II:
Sunday, September 26
Noon-4 p.m. (no early birds; you show up early, you get put to work on setup)
22nd Ave & E Columbia St, in the Central District

I personally will have clothes, hats, fabric & trim, BPAL, makeup, and some shoes. The other people selling at this will also have fabulous things. You DO NOT want to miss this. YES, this will be happening even in case of drizzle & light rain. So sayeth icprncs

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You know what I haven't subjected you people to? My INCOHERENT CAPSLOCK FLAILY GLEE at the new MCR single that premiered yesterday. But I will show some restraint, because certain people are starting to be concerned that fandom has finally unhinged me. So let's just say that I really like it, and am giddy that the album is being released the Tuesday after my birthday. ("SHUT UP AND LET ME SEE YOUR JAZZ HANDS", hee! I may never stop giggling.)

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One of my writers brought me pink Gerber daisies and chocolate today, as a thank you for dealing with some last-minute project hijinks. Awww!

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Gnnng. There is a seller on ebay that has a pair of limited edition pink Fluevog Lover boots (clicky-link! not to the auction, but to a photo) for sale. But I am not in the market to spend $300 on boots. I'm not. I will keep repeating that to myself. (Even if they're really cute, and I could easily dye the contrast trim black.) No. I am closing that tab now. I really am.

Dear female co-worker I just saw in the cafeteria:

If you are going for the "naturally sun-kissed" look, remember to blend your bronzing powder past your jawline. Especially if you are wearing a shirt that is not a flattering color for your natural skin tone. The faintly greenish tone of your neck and jaw clashes with the aggressively peach bronzer. Also, teeny mincing steps somewhat ruins the effect of you wearing 4" stiletto-heeled boots and jeans with giant Bedazzled ... things on the rear pockets.

With kind intentions,

Cupcake Goth

Someone just knocked on my office door. I told them to come in; it was a guy I'd never met before, looking very confused. I was NOT the person he expected to be in this office, apparently. (My appearance and office decor seemed to be especially puzzling to him.) Because I am helpful, I offered to look up the person he was trying to find.

According to the company address book, the person he wanted to find did have this office number. Over in building 6. My office is in building 10. So I pulled up the campus map, showed him where he needed to go, and waved him off on his way, perhaps a trifle more perplexed than he was before.

On a particular board I hang out on, someone was lamenting about having to write a cover letter for a job they were applying to. Then lolcats somehow got brought into it, and it all just kinda escalated from there. This is the cover letter the group assembled for me:

( I IS GOOD WORKERZ )