things I like about my job, part 886 in a series

asserting myself to the president of the company in a way that might have been interpreted by less-wise persons as "snippy" or "cranky" and getting a compromise satisfactory to both of us
borrowing the CEO's car (a sweet infiniti G35) to go buy scandinavian food for a Celebrate Diversity Month potluck
oohing and ahhing with my Filipino co-worker over aforementioned scandinavian food (mmm...cured lamb gristle!)
RE-borrowing the CEO's sweet car to go put gas in my wife's stalled vehicle
coming back to the office and chatting about gjetost with several people
getting the proofs back on a content-revision project in a timely fashion
settling into the afternoon routine confident that people like me, but also like my work
no blinking light on my voice mail

it's the little things I guess

now they're winning awards

Clearly I have a bizarre and chronic obsession and it cannot be stopped, since I am now recording for your information the fact that 9 Chickweed Lane has won a Reuben. Arguably, their worthy of this award solely on the basis of keeping even skeptics like me interested in their little corner of the world. Though I still think Get Fuzzy is the best strip in the papers these days.

am I alone in this?

Or does it seem like just as we're surmounting the problem of the President's will to attack Iran through pressure in congress and potential fallout at the polls, our #1 proxy state blames Iran and Syria for capturing its soldiers, launches air strikes and blockades fucking Lebanon (that's anti-Syria Lebanon, by the way)??

Am I alone that this is pretty fucking convenient? Not to mention, totally fucked up? The peak oilers are freaking out--and perhaps it's justified.