I feel the urgent need to babble so I can stop thinking about it all, so please bear with me.

First of all, I have the strong suspicion that a guy eating lunch at the same canteen as I do is attracted to me. I already have his phone number, know his name (Christian), his age (34), his hobbies (paintball and tinkering with his motorbike) and was asked whether I had some free time over the weekend. Ack. He's perhaps an inch taller than I am, has brown hair, eyebrows that have grown together, and deeper circles underneath his eyes than I do (which is quite an accomplishment, trust me). He's a bit chatty, but nice, and not totally out of the question. We'll have to see.

Second, I can't help but seriously entertain the hope that my almost-boss is going down, yay! On paper, our joint unit consisting of two different agencies works together - in reality, however, there is always friction, and each side looks out for its own interests first. Especially since that guy is the most self-centered asshole I've ever encountered. He doesn't like me and has always tried his best to screw me over, but hasn't been very successful because a) I'm not dumb and try not to give him any grounds to go against me, and b) my boss and his deputy like me and believe I do good work. He doesn't greet me anymore, and neither do I him in retaliation, and we communicate best by e-mail. Blah. Anyway, he went against the rules regulating the co-operation of our agencies - for once without the knowledge and backing of his boss - and our department head wants his head intends to bring disciplinary action against him. I'm already preparing the pyre and the spike for his head. With my luck and the sickly sweet spirit of co-operation hanging over everything, though, I suppose he'll get but a slap on the wrist... but I can always hope, right? Anyway, we just exchanged polite-but-cutting e-mails, because he made a small mistake he's usually too thorough to make, and I couldn't resist needling him a little. Moron. Because of him, I'm stuck doing mainly correspondence. If they actually go through with the disciplinary action, I'll throw a fucking party.

Last but not least... there was something else, I swear.

Ah, now I remember. It was just the usual complaining thing going on - I slept too little, the cake a colleague brought to work is dry and tastes like sawdust, and. I. Hate. Stupid. People.

:::sigh:::

Need more black tea. And a vacation. Plus I still have bruises from Wednesday. Gah.