At work, I finally got my retina MacBook. It is beautiful and the gloriously crisp screen makes me happy, because I never really use my monitor which seems a bit silly but I sit in a beanbag and hoisting a giant-ass monitor on my lap is not appealing. Plus, where would the keyboard sit? I make up the difference in real-estate by whoring out the multiple-desktop thing. I've got so many desktops, all laid out dedicated to various categories. My two main desktops are in the middle, with another on each side for random stuff for a total of four. It is awesome.

Work has decidedly gotten complicated. My last project was finished, and now I'm in that limbo where you have nothing to do but people expect you to do stuff anyway. So I'm being shuffled around a bunch which I really dislike because I hate having to change mental gears all the time, let alone figure out what takes priority because, according to whoever you are talking to, why obviously their problems are the most important.

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Knock-off Fruit Gushers suck. They simply aren't satisfying, because the knock-off brand's liquid gets absorbed by the fruit snack while its sitting in its package, leaving you with a slightly mushier fruit snack with a cavity in the center. Still tasty though, but next time I'll be buying on-brand.

Speaking of snacks, there's always that one person at the office that has no compunction about eating other people's food. Now, from what I hear, normally such people are relegated to sealed food and the occasional snagging of items out of a lunch bag. However, our resident food-thief has taken a decidedly… strange route.

It started normally, with little things - drinks and stuff, taking my breakfast-cheese (I like extra-sharp cracker barrel in the morning :P), and other stuff that, although it isn't theirs, isn't weird for them to be eating. That was then. Now, this person has recently graduated to stealing leftovers. That's right - this person is now stealing (and presumably eating) other people's half-eaten food. See, there's this wonderful Thai restaurant nearby; its a bit expensive, but they give a ton of food so I always save half of it for the next day. However, today I went to go eat the latter half of yesterday's Masaman curry, upon which I found it had conveniently disappeared, leaving the rest of the fridge untouched. And it wasn't exactly unobvious that I had already eaten from it, either.

Creepy.

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You guys should read Buttersafe. It is one of my favorites.