I must begin this by saying that I am currently drinking the absolute worst coffee ever made. It tastes like petrol spiked with green lemon juice and just a hint of burned pigeon feathers. The only reason my survival instinct allows me to continue raising the mug to my lips is because the flavor is so bad that my brain rejects the possibility of its existence. I love my friend Hermin, but damn, she needs to buy better beans, or clean the filter or *something*.

In other news, I’ve had a mixed morning so far. On my way to work, I got a ticket for riding my bicycle through a stop sign on McCaul. It was cold, pre-7am, there was another cyclist in front of me and I was on autopilot. I deserved it. What irks me is that I’m usually really cautious about driving my bike. I look both ways, brake early, hand signal. Sigh. It still managed to be amusing, though, since an elderly Italian gentleman living in a house across the road from the site of my transgression took it upon himself to begin howling at the cops that they should come by at 3am when the noisy drunks are out disturbing the peace, not 7am to bother nice cyclists on their way to work.

When I got to work, however, I found a cheerful thank you email from Chip for attending his panels at the Comicon this weekend, and – hallelujah! – a phone call from Steph at the Silver Snail, asking me if I was still interested in a part-time job!!! Woo hoo! I feel like a kid getting an interview for my first job all over again. I’m giddy!

The best part of the message was that Steph phrased it as “…just wondering if you were interested in *another* part-time job” — what a lovely way to think of my work in the office! It just seems so much less soul destroying when you couch it in those terms. Given the amount of time I spend looking things up on the internet, I rather like to think of it as a long-term research scholarship with benefits and a pension.