The Word Of The Day Is "Beatific"

Because that is what I am. The audit is practically over; we have a last round of changes and then the agency review before it's released to the public, but my manager left for Ireland yesterday and I've been released to my next audit.

At 8 am, The Crimson Conquest caught sight of me and said, "Whoa--you're happy! Is it...over?"

I sent Anners an email with the subject line "I am too happy to concentrate." She came in late and Grabbed me to chat and said, "I haven't seen you look so relaxed in a while!"

Later in the afternoon, The Crimson Conquest looked at me and said, "You have to tone it down somehow. You can't be looking on Friday like you'd shoot yourself in the head if they hadn't made you check your gun at the door, and then turn up on Monday all high, hippie level, happy."

This was after my coworker Pinch mockingly sniffed my water bottle to check for vodka.

I even proposed a Beam-Off between me and one of my most cheerful coworkers when she is finished with her audit--I imagine we will troll Thomas and scare the transit riders. The same transit riders Anners said could probably sell us drugs if we asked nicely last month. That's how far we've come.