I'm progressing (somewhat) on the sleeve of the Hourglass Pullover. I'm up to the increase part, which is good, because it looks like I WILL have enough yarn after all. (I was worried for a bit. And it doesn't help that the single erratum for the sweater that hadn't already been corrected in my version of the book was, "Many knitters - but not all - have reported running short on yardage.")

Other than that, it's been a horrificially busy week. I have not been home, solidly, one evening out of three.

and tonight will make it four. Except that tonight is a surprise party for someone I go to church with, so although I feel partly obligated, it will also be fun.

and there should be cake.

I guess I'm beginning to pull out of my "I'm hopelessly screwed up and everyone else around me is a Competent Adult" attitude. Partly because of two things:

1. A woman I know and respect, a retired professor from here, was asking me about the annual reports-on-productivity we do. She specifically wanted to know if we still did them. I said, yes, we did. "Oh," she responded, "I used to cry every year while doing mine."

Dude? (Dudette?) - you CRIED?

I wanted to cry at times over doing mine but forcefully told myself to buck up. I'm humbled (and sort of cheered up) that she was willing to admit that she cried over hers.

I mean, I thought everyone else dashed theirs off without a second thought.

2. There's been a hot-and-heavy e-mail exchange in the department today. Subject: Who took the 3-hole punch?

It amuses me that people are as incensed about it as they are. (No, I did not take it. But yes, I have my very own three-hole punch, that I BOUGHT and that I KEEP IN MY OFFICE, so I guess I'm unaffected by its missingness.) But there have been plenty times I've grumbled about the fact that I am apparently the only person who understands what PC LOAD LETTER means, and also am the only one who knows the precise part of the "vault" where the paper is kept.

and I grumble about it...and grumble about the fact that it seems to be two of the "gentlemen" in the department who use up alllll the paper and never bother to go and get more, where as I, a "lady" am the one who goes to fetch it every.single.time.

But I never sent an e-mail saying, "Hey, guys? Could you might going and getting the paper once in a while? It's starting to get on my nerves, that long hike to the storeroom whenever *I* have to print something..."