Ran into someone interesting-looking at the water cooler. Was on a survey at break time. Took break, ran into same person from water cooler. The book in her hand (Stargate) settled it: she was One Of Us. I sat down next to her with A Civil Campaign and my Star Wars lunch bag. She tagged ACC as science fiction from the cover (most people tag it as romance) and then knew why Smallville is also called "Slashville", and had heard of the Academy, and also knew Motley.
Oh, and furthermore, she's together with the hot guy with the long blond hair.
And then did more surveys. I wound up being one of the people tied for production -- three of us had eight apiece. I was the one with nothing but good (all plusses, no minuses, not even checks [checks are for okay but not great]) on my monitor report. Go, me! We took a tour of the building. I want to move up into IT, maybe. We'll see. I was drooling over their dinosaur pen.
Walked home. Ow. That's a lot of walking in one day for one Lunatic. It's not so much the walking as it is the walking in these shoes, which are big and black and I swear weigh a few pounds more than the other shoes.