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Gift my foot

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Received this tucked into the door today. Not mailed. Tucked.

Gift for you

It contained a calendar.

Season's Greetings

And advertising for the real estate agent who tucked the envelope into my door.

I have to say, I know one real estate agent I WON'T EVER be using, and it's this one who labelled something "Gift for you" and gave me a handful of advertising.

Though, I do feel this is the way of the future: advertising "gifted" to the recipient.

Click click click

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So, one of these things that Annie does is pace. If she wants to be let out in the morning, she'll pace up and down the hall with her little claws click click clicking and her feet pad pad padding until I scream and throw the pillow at her, quickly followed by the box of kleenex.

The pace pace pacing annoys the crap out of me. Mornings are bad, afternoons when I'm working are worse.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

So, today, at the client's office, the employee with the loud shoes came up to the web browser next to my desk. It's a test machine, with a bunch of different operating systems and browsers setup on one keyboard and one monitor. Testing is done at this browser all the time, but, as near as I can tell, it's usually done by either Doyle or me.

Does that make sense?

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I think if one more person explains something to me, then follows up with the question, "Does that make sense?" I will both scream, and immediately stop whatever project I'm working on for that person.

I'm convinced I've developed an expression on my face of perpetual confusion, because people who have never asked me this question before when explaining things to me, have started.

Either that, or I've missed something. Maybe a two month period of profound stupidity that is causing everyone to think I need things explained to me fourteen times before I understand?

Stop it, people. Yes, I freakin' understand. Yes, it makes sense, stop asking for confirmation.