Wow. Does the excitement ever end? Apparently, there is a flash flood warning in our area (along with the rest of the world). Normally I don't take the weather too seriously, but considering the fact that I know people whose houses have been swept away makes me think a bit differently about this situation--and, in particular, attending my evening statistics class. I wonder if the Weather Man will write me a note to excuse my absence. Seriously though, I heard the news about the flash flood warning from some Emergency Service Technicians that work in my office building. Since they were nice enough to inform me of this potential impending doom, I asked their advice about whether I should try to attend my evening class. Their answer? "Well, it might not be a good idea, ma'am", meaning: "Hey, if you want to be the one idiot that ventures out in this hellstorm, don't expect us to scurry to your rescue." Other than figuring out how to avoid sitting through my mind-numbing 2.5-hour class, I have been doing the usual: nothing. (Today's definition of "nothing" is "reading other SoulCast blogs and commenting on them, and when I see a colleague approaching, minimizing the SoulCast screen to reveal a hideously lengthy research document".) Whew. I think that the most effort I've exhausted today is by typing that definition. I know I'm in a safety zone as far as work goes because I just sent my supervisor an 8-page document to review. That should keep her at bay until at least the end of this week. On Friday I plan on spending about 2 hours cranking out yet another glorious analysis for her viewing pleasure. I wonder if she even reads these things. The thought has occurred to me that she might simply check to see *whether there is an attachment*, rather than actually opening and reading the attachment. To test this theory, maybe I should send her a blank attachment with some significant-sounding title, like "Chronic Health-Related Issues Associated with Immigrants Experiencing Third Generation Poverty in Minnesota". Maybe then I would get some feedback other than her usual one-liner "Great." No name, no signature; just the word "great" followed by a period. I wonder if I can learn how to get my writing skills on par with hers. Maybe then I could become a supervisor too. The other comment she uses is "FYI". No name or signature on this one either; not even a punctuation mark. Just "FYI" with an attachment. She even leaves the title of the e-mail blank. What is up with that? I feel like I'm receiving some kind of Nationwide Service Announcement in my electronic mailbox when she does that. "This just in from the front lines...kittens being tortured by invading aliens...". The other thing is, apparently she forwards these little "FYI tips" to the entire office. It's like getting work-related spam, for Christ's sake! And while I'm busy opening all of these "Great." and "FYI" comments, I can hear my other supervisor and an intern cackling away like a pair of fucking jackals in her office next door. Their mundane conversations are so fucking distracting and annoying that I can barely even concentrate on writing my fucking blog. Not to mention that either one of my supervisors likes to pop up behind me at total fucking random to ask me, "How are you doing?". It's like, well, if you fucking cared, wouldn't you at least ask me that more than every two or three days? FYI, I am totally sick of my colleagues trying to start conversations with me at totally random times, like when I'm trying to write this blog, or check my e-mail! If you want to know how I'm doing, just e-mail me and I'll reply in my own good fucking time, okay? "Great."