1) The woman who works in the dockets room at the Department of Commerce hates me. She is not the first person to hate me, but since I'm convinced she's crazy (trust me on this one) and she has the ability to make my job much more difficult than it needs to be, the situation makes me uncomfortable. She talks to the other Commerce employees about me as if I'm not in the room. She will often see me, start laughing out loud, then say to the others, "I'll wait till the customer leaves." Although I'm technically not a customer when I'm just dropping something off.
2) Another development at work: discord among employees as to the quality of McDonald's french fries. I do not mean to offend anyone, but they reek of mediocrity. There is nothing worth going out of one's way for when it comes to McDonald's fries. Burger King fries, as well as Popeye's fries, are FAR superior. I hope this clarification ends any and all speculation or confusion.
3) A friend of mine here at the firm works for a lesbian attorney. This attorney knows who I am (and vice versa) but we never actually say anything to each other. This attorney, through my friend of course, has invited me to Gaylaw's annual awards ceremony in early December. Take one paralegal and a room full of gay attorneys... it could be interesting, but I'm not sure how I feel about going ghostrider. Then again, it might be nice to talk to openly gay attorneys, instead of the creepy closet cases who are married with kids...
4) According to one of my friends, everyone must rent The Notebook and watch the deleted sex scene with Ryan Gosling. It made her "wet."
5) My sister and her friends are not coming to DC this weekend, so the "Gay Terror Alert" of my apartment is being dropped from Code Rainbow (highest level of gayness) to Code Pink (status level without roommate; with roommate is Code Purple). The previously mentioned visit has been postponed till early January.