Soooo, though my feelings about my job tend to oscillate, I sure as hell like my coworkers. Recent email communication with "the gatekeeper" (aka the White Sox fan who I have to call so he can blitz down from the 22nd floor at 7:00 tomorrow morning to let me in) yielded much joviality and a bonus link re: Ecuador. I don't think I ever told this fella that I was going to Ecuador, but apparently word travels FAST. It'll travel even quicker once I've posted my MSOutlook auto-response, "I can't be bothered to respond properly as I'm out of the office on holiday in Ecuador, possibly at a discoteca somewhere in El Mariscal. If you need to contact me, please leave a message on my mobile and press hash when you're through. Cheers."

In other news, I got a flat but my roommate helped me changed the tire on my car to a spare, and until I get the real guy fixed (or buy a new one . . . GOSH), it's been concluded that I've entered a whole new demographic of drivership-- the demo that cruises around on their spare(s), possibly missing hubcaps, dodging in and out of traffic, possibly clipping mailboxes . . . don't worry mom. It's only a theoretical demographic, I promise.