Today I worked on campus, and at lunch I walked with both Seabird and Hardingfele. They are both faster than I am, so they were happily chatting as I was racing to keep up. We heard the warning whistle by the Union go off multiple times, so we knew a storm was coming. I was wearing an Irish Fest shirt, my plaid scarf, a Celtic design necklace, Celtic design earrings, and Celtic design rings because I was going to the Shamrock Club picnic right after work, but the weather made me wonder about that.
After the walk, Seabird and I went up to a room in her building overlooking the lake, where members of FART 5 could gather to work and bounce ideas off of each other. There was a gathering like this yesterday, but I was working from home, and there will be another one tomorrow, but I'll be working from home. While I was there, my quasi-boss emailed me to ask if I was the work tag manager, or something like that. I've had a lot of new titles with the new system, like "initiator," but this was one I hadn't heard before. Still, I said yeah, that's me. Then the woman next to me, who is one level higher than I am and approves all my requests, said no, it was her, so I emailed my quasi-boss. Then she asked if this was for salary budget, and I said it was for a grant, so she said, "It's Luke," so I emailed my quasi-boss that it was Luke Hand, who is a person who doesn't even exist, and then she said, "That's not his last name!" so I had to email my boss for the fourth time, with Luke's correct last name. He said, "Maybe you should take a minute to figure out if this is the right person," since I had given him four names in maybe two minutes, and one of them was a nonexistent person. I'm just making up people now! My actual boss was there too, and she is very cool so far. She is an extremely reasonable person. Another colleague and I were going to head back to our building, but it started to rain really hard, so we hung out in Seabird's office until the rain let up.
Of course the picnic was canceled, so I dressed hyper-Hibernian for nothing. I did have to laugh about a bulletin board outside of Seabird's office that had tarot cards around the edges and then this sign right in the middle:
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