So people in the pic:

yellow shirt: technical director, the German, desires 3-year explanations at every meeting…the one we’re all pointing the blame on

blue stripes: my boss, gives the 3-year explanations

cream sweater (back): my original boss, French guy who is awesome

cream sweater (forward): recent hire, always answers emails sent in the wee morning hours

bald (right): annoys me, has unnaturally large hands he talks with and makes a “snick” sound when he says something “smart”

in front of bald guy: do-it-all guy, my officemate…when I had an office

plaid girl: content czar, she calls HTML programming and hates me for leaving her

orange hair: my web dev replacement, poor chap

gray/blue t-shirt: smug undergrad pssh

tall guy, far right: new hire, makes me feel like a midget

cute girl in black: that’s me. hehe but you guessed that, right?

I don’t know the rest of the people very well. Most of the rest aren’t directly involved with the website.

The work photos turned out worse than expected. You could say after spending hours picking through club photos, seeking out closed eyes, turned heads, & weird faces in my yearbook days, I developed a bit of an obsession with perfection. Ugh, so photo guy marked some photos as “best”, and I was cringing. The man didn’t have a clue. I’m gonna volunteer to make the photos prettier. It’ll be a nice vacation, and I’ll sleep better knowing a photo with eyes closed isn’t being distributed. hehe

So my dog…“serial-eater” is my bad pun for the day. Snippy’s normally waiting for me outside the bathroom door when I finish my shower, but today she was MIA so I went looking. I heard some sounds in my office, and when I walked around the corner, I saw my office chair turned backwards, being used as a prop while Snippy stretched up over the top. I saw a dumped bowl on the floor, so the explanation became pretty apparent. She’d dumped the bowl on my desk, on top of all my papers, knocked it to the floor and was proceeding to eat the crumbs, spilling half of them down on my chair. I just stared and yelled “SNIPPY!!!!” She turned, revealing her cereal crumb-covered nose, and proceeded to do her drooped head guilty walk towards me. I’m just thankful that my keyboard tray was pushed in and my laptop was barely out of harm’s way.

Never got a call about speed dating. I guess my name and age wasn’t cool enough. I canceled my subscription to eHarmony. The cancellation process was shady. Plus, when I called, I was on hold for about 20 min, which was filled entirely by eHarmony propaganda, repeating “give it time…give it time…” I doubt that many people were calling so I’m considering the wait time as a marketing scheme. Dirty bastards.