One of today's Millionaire questions was about feta cheese and I recalled making the mistake of ordering a Greek salad during one of the NEASC days and I realized that meant it must have been 10th grade I became a vegetarian (I'm always unclear as to whether it was 10th or 11th grade).
Sunny came by and mentioned my tomorrow's computer upgrade -- which I'd been wondering/worrying about because he had said it would take 4-6 hours and hi, my computer is kind of essential to my doing my job. He said 2-3 hours of that was processing that could happen overnight (I think they copy your harddrive and give you a new machine) so he said he could take the computer now (~4pm) and work on it for about an hour and then let it do its thing overnight.
I explained the basics of the situation to Prof.B. and asked if he wanted me to stick around (make copies for his meeting, answer the phone, etc.) or if I could go home early. He asked which I wanted to do, and I said I would rather go home early. He said if that's what I wanted to do I should have just said so in the first place. I countered that I would stay if there was a legitimate reason for me to do so. "Other than the fact that you work here?" Oh, my boss. But he said really I could go home, that I'd been working hard (which was funny 'cause I'd actually done almost nothing all day, but I think he was still thinking about the tie thing -- for which he had thanked me multiple times; I appreciate that he recognizes when he's asking me to do something not really in my job description).
I had to go to Ann Taylor Loft to pick up my clothes, and I needed to go to CVS too, and I'd been hungry all day so I was less than thrilled that I'd be getting home late, but this meant I actually ended up getting my regular train home no rush. Very nice.
There was a big ole pink display at ATL which I would swear wasn't there when I went on Saturday, and CVS of course had a huge section of red boxes of candy. I still kept forgetting Valentine's Day is tomorrow -- am reminded every time I saw somebody carrying a bouquet of flowers. Before we got to Readville, the conductor came on the intercom to remind all the guys that tomorrow is Valentine's Day and to buy gifts if they hadn't yet.
So does the fact that I'm not doing most people's jonoharis mean almost nobody does mine? *sticks tongue out and pouts*
And I'm spacing out, so I'm thinking an early bedtime is of the good.