Not knowing. I was supposed to hear about my new job by now. The one that Comes. With. IVF. There was a little change in the logistics of the whole thing which could have sent it one way or another (not hiring/still hiring). I emailed boss man about it and he said he'd talk with the director of my would-be department and get back to me. That was 11 days ago.
Unexpected spicy. I love expected spicy. A lot. But the unexpected kind - like when you're making whipped cream as part of a surprise dessert for your love (hi honey - I hope you don't read this until after tonight) and then you lick your finger only to find your tongue full of deliciousness but your mouth on fire and you can't figure out what the hell is going on but then suddenly remember that you were cutting chilies earlier - I don't like that so much.
Work beatches. Enough said.