By land, by sea, by dirigible

Things at work tend to cluster. I'll putter along happily with an easily-manageable taskload for months, and then suddenly things will sneak up and elbow-drop me. It always works out, and I tend to thrive under pressure, but the elbow-drop itself is usually a bit unpleasant at first. This Saturday is shaping up to be an elbow-droppy kind of day. I have three presentations to do, two workshops to facilitate, and six volunteers are coming in for a mass training / program.

In the late afternoon today, I fielded a call from a sweet but hapless Scout leader who wanted to set up a presentation for her kids for this Saturday. I hope I wasn't too blunt when I said, "Uh, no." Right after I got her squared away with the presentation she wanted on a day that wasn't hinty degrees overbooked, my beloved Danger called and said she had something for me, and did I want to come down and get it? Well, of course.

The saintly (but still severely badass) Danger had brought me a bag of mini Reese's cups. Oh, heaven. We chatted for a bit, and I told her and one of my coworkers about my ridiculously busy Saturday. Not a minute after I finished, my boss (who is truly, truly lovely but blessed with unfortunate timing), came through and told me that he'd just called another volunteer and asked him to come in and practice in the presentation room. On Saturday.

Reese's cups, you are mine.


Reading:  A Crack in the Edge of the World:  America and the Great California Earthquake of 1906 by Simon Winchester

Playing:  a kickass Decemberists-heavy mix from Heather Feather