1. Context: I'm an admin for an professional liability insurance brokerage - which is why I sometimes have "OMG I'M SO BORED" statues on my FB.

2. I got to talk to an insurance underwriter from LLOYD'S LONDON today at work. I was all "Squeeee! British accent!" He said "cheers!" at the end. Bonus is that I've met him IRL and he's cute!  =D

3. Anybody who may know this: POLL: If you spell the name of a certain city in Missouri, do you spell it St. Louis or Saint Louis? Because I think I hit a cobblestone of stupid at work today.

4. Procedure at work: The VP has made a relatively straightforward procedure into a cluster-fornication on ice. I was at the meeting to hammer out the procedure as I was going to write it (since I'M the main one doing it). That was a month ago. The questions I had on my draft have been left unanswered by said VP. An issue came up. I went to go look at my draft.

IT MADE NO SENSE AND I'M THE ONE WHO WROTE THE DAMN THING.

*facepalm*

5. I have to keep a close eye on the salesperson I admin for because is losing/has lost her mind. I figure out things for her, write it out, and just have her initial and date. And I'm not a licensed broker! I'd became licensed but then I would have to sell the insurance. I'm more a "power behind the throne" type of person.

6. Made myself laugh (because I have to amuse myself at work). I have a word doc file with all my email and letter templates (so I don't have to re-write the same email again and again). Each bit has it's own title, natch. I forgot I labeled one, WITH the appropriate bold IMPACT font:

Y U NO RENEW UR COVERAGE?!?

When I'm really bored one day, I'll send myself all the meme-faces and stick them in all my templates.

7. I already have the boys' names in the letter templates: Mr. Kulash, Hon. Konopka, Dr. Nordwind, Mr. Ross, Kulash, Konopka, Nordwin and Ross, Ltd. etc.

I only forgot ONCE to replace Damian's name. The guy emailed back and asked, "Who's Mr. Kulash?" (red face) I replied that it was my placeholder name for my email templates... fortunately the guy accepted that answer.

Amaranth put her chin on top of Riam’s head and sighed. She lifted one arm from Riam’s back to twist a bit of Riam’s dark brown hair between her fingers.

>Note: My NaNo trailed off and got to 16,000 words. Not a win, but at 4000 more words than last year, IS A WIN!<

Sabine smirked to herself, and sighed. Maybe she should not have had walked tonight. She pulled her shawl even closer to her neck and head.

Sabine walked out of the her shanty town to the cluttered main highway.  She could have taken motorized transportation to get to Amaranth’s  lab. She actually enjoyed riding the small motorcycle issued to her by the Tower when she was assigned to Leda as midwife.

While Sabine walked back to the  Tower, Amaranth decided to look in on the children. Although, she thought, technically they were old enough to be men. Heh, nah. They were the boys and boys they will be to her always.

Edwin left Maggie lightly sleeping in her room and walked back into the living room.

Maggie stirred. She opened her eyes. It was dark. Her sleep schedule was whacked. She supposed she didn’t care. But she did. She wanted normal again. Normal like when Miriam really was a tiny little thing, and Sam didn’t have those creases of concern on his forehead, and she had enough energy to paint the living room yellow.

Later, at home, Sam went to Madeline in the kitchen with a sheaf of papers.

Maggie was tired, but she was getting ready for her big acting job. She wished that she didn’t have to be sicker to get out of here with the excuse of wanting to go home and die. But Team Maggie was right, it seemed that this way would cause the least suspicion.