She's a summer storm, and I'm a hurricane

This snippet from reading Dave Barry today made me laugh.
But assuming they don't arrest me, I plan to attend some actual Olympic sporting events and report my findings, so keep reading this space, unless you happen to live in Florida, in which case please put this paper down right now, go to my house and put up my hurricane shutters. Thank you.

The other blows the town away

Yesterday I found out that Susan, who is adorable and whom I adore, got promoted to a part-time shift in Operations, which pretty much nails the coffin on my getting in there any time in the near future. It's frustrating, because I'm seeing lots of people getting moved into different positions (Laura is a temporary Baggage Supervisor, whatever the hell that means), and they're all less senior than I am.

Anyway. Musical guests included Bernadette Peters, and today Julian Cope. (Well, actually it turned out to be Julie Ann Pope, I just misheard and startled her when I turned around very quickly to see her.)