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Okay, one of my co-workers is eating some sort of candy and smacking her lips and basically annoying the crap out of me. There goes my appetite for today, ugh. Close your mouth, woman!

There will be more details of this in my knitting Lj soonish, including pictures, but I finished my gloves on the ferry home last Friday, and they're fabulous and warm and lovely and wheee! No more frozen fingers for me!

Conversation of the day:

Supervisor: *gets phone call* "Okay, we should be getting warm again any moment now, they've fixed the heating."
Everyone else: *rejoices*
Melle: "... The heating was broken?" *blinks owlishly* "Oh. I suppose that would explain why half the floor is wering jackets and gloves and stuff inside, wouldn't it?"
Supervisor: "Yes. yes, it would." *pats Melle on the head*

And yet people won't believe me when I say the gossip circuit passes me by. Heh. (I once didn't realise a co-worker was pregnant until she was like eight months along. And I recently found out that a former co-worker was gay, though in my defence, he'd explicitly mentioned a girlfriend to me, so I think that one's not really my fault. But still!)

I know there's a load of End Of Year memes going around, but I can't seem to be arsed to do one myself. Feh. I kind of just want to forget about 2005 as soon as I can, frankly.