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One of our employees sent an email to the Administrative mailing list:

I was trying to buy a Snickers bar from the vending machine and it got stuck. I'd really like a $0.65 refund especially since I was trying to get change in the first place.

Bulletproof Temp responded to the Administrative mailing list, which does not include the employee, and the following conversation ensued.

Bulletproof Temp: Would it be rude to respond, "Seriously?" FYI, the vending machine has a sign on it that says you have to call the company, not us.
Sam: I emailed him and let him know I could change a dollar for him if he wanted, I keep change in my desk for that reason.
NewBoss: I've already refunded his money. Incidentally, I now have two Snickers bars on my desk.
Sam: I declare NewBoss the winnar of today!
Bulletproof Temp: I love Snickers bars.
NewBoss: Note to self: Lock desk.

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My frames came!

*FRAMES EVERYTHING*

They're cheap, just plexi and cardboard and plastic edging, but the point is that they are frames and my posters no longer need suffer raggedy pushpin edges. I got five frames and framed up six posters -- two art museum posters, an art print a friend did for me ages ago, my much beloved New Melbourne Jazz Band poster, and my two also-much-beloved Commonwealth Shakespeare Company posters in a single frame (they're small). I've hung up the museum posters and the New Melbourne Jazz Band; I'm holding off hanging the other two frames until I know how my bed will be situated in my bedroom, because they're going in there.

One wall of the living room is already taken up with the Giant Welsh Flag of Awesomesauce and the black and white collage; the other wall has a radiator in the middle of it and I don't want to put any posters I deeply value that close to a huge source of humidity. I'm thinking the radiator wall will get the RANDOM "Ancient Christian Symbols" poster mum gave me a while ago. :D

I'm watching my finances because I've had to spend some money on the flat to get it shipshape, but I figure I can buy four or five frames a month and slowly work towards having a pretty impressive collection of framed prints. Next on the list is the Vettriano, the recruitment poster from my undergrad theatre, and the replica 18th century map of Avebury that doesn't fit any of the standard sizes (bastards!).

AHRT AHRT AHRT!

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WASP ON MY FACE.

I was just sitting here not doing anything in particular and there was this buzzing noise which I assumed was a fly about to meet its doom at the fins of my ceiling fan, but instead it decided to fly INTO MY HEAD and fall on the bed next to me. Which is when I realised it was a huge fuckoff wasp.

So I trapped it with a cup and a James Avery catalogue (don't judge me, Mum keeps sending them in EVERY PACKAGE) and released it on my porch which is when I noticed the THREE HUGE FUCKING WOLF SPIDERS crawling around on my OPEN window.

Seriously, Mother Nature, I just put down the boric acid today, could you maybe lay off the bugs for one goddamn week? Because if the house centipedes are next I will show no mercy.

In deference to Dexter, my pet feral spider who used to eat house centipedes, I let the wolf spiders live. But I did close my window.

WHAT THE HELL.

Also I hung out at R's tonight. We may have finished off the bottle of vodka leftover from the party weeks ago. Which means I may be exaggerating the size of the wasp. BUT IT STILL FLEW INTO MY HEAD.