Naturally, just as I was about to whine about having two hours to kill at work before I could leave, something came up. So I’m reasonably busy --- though not actually being very productive --- and trying to wind up something before I leave in seven minutes’ time. I have to leave promptly because a bunch of us are going to an ex-colleague’s housewarming. Technically, she’s not my ex-colleague: She quit last September or something and I took her position (and her cubicle). But we’ve met once and she’s pretty easy-going all around --- unlike the people mentioned in the previous post --- so I’m going to go hang with the girls from the office for a few hours before I crawl home and get some much-deserved rest.