Late night...

alax has issued a 50 Ways to get 50 Lays challenge to produce 50 Clex works over 24 hours. Well, I was going to do a manip to Something for Kate's song You Only Hide but I couldn't find pics to match.

Instead, I did pics for Seasick (which really didn't end up happy...) and Happy Endings.

And to think, I was considering going to bed at 8pm. Heh.

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Because of alax's challenge, and my attempt at manips (which Alax is now hosting: Seasick and Happy Endings) I didn't get to bed until 1.30am.

This led to me sleeping through the alarm. Not in the I just want to lie here for a few more minutes way, but in the it's physically impossible for me to stay awake for more than 30 seconds way. By the time I woke up enough to get out of bed (after first dreaming that the boss came round to my place during the middle of the night to use my computer, and then dreaming I was late for work) it was 8.07am. I'm proud of the fact that I was out the door at 8.16am, and didn't miss the last (acceptable) train.

Hence, although I slept in over an hour later than I usually do, I only arrived at work 10 minutes late. Go team Annie!

Now, if I just get some work done before the boss comes back in this morning...

I should be working...

The morning was busy and then I had to sit in on a meeting with the boss (12.30-2.15pm). The client left, and I had to see the boss about what to do tonight (he's out of the office) and tomorrow (he's sitting an exam), so to cut a long bitch short, I didn't finish my lunch break until 3.30pm. I'm now sitting around and avoiding doing any actual work. (This will come back to haunt me.)

Anyway, I've bitched about my petulant Lana-alike cow-orker to both LJ friends and mum, but since I was in a good mood today, I helped her track down a map online when the office Melways went missing. (www.street-directory.com.au is working again. It's a good site.) She seemed a little surprised and thankful (there's a reason: normally I just fob her off with the excuse that I'm really busy).

So, after feeling like a good person for putting my karmic grudge aside and helping my fellow worker, I find out from another staff member that this week is her last week. I shouldn't be pleased about it, but I am. I managed to basically be a nice person, and karma still paid me back by getting her out of this office.

It's like finding out that the hot guy you saved is a billionaire who wants to give you a truck and anything else you can name... well, apart from the hot gay sex that follows. *g*

Although, thinking of Clex, I now have them as my work desktop background. I used my Seasick pic, so I've been humming and singing the song all day.

Hey, if anyone else in Melbourne is going to the Lounge Critic talk (Federation Square, 7pm) I'll be there. If you see a gal with glasses and a bun, in navy slacks, blue shirt and black coat, feel free to talk to me. I don't bite... unless you're really lucky. *g*

ETA: It makes me laugh that IE realises that I've used this subject heading from work a few times. Heh.