about time...
G is talking to N right now. N is the long-awaited representative of Qualcomm Canada, aka Cancom; from what i'm told, he's been only slightly less difficult to locate than Osama Bin Laden.

With that in mind, it's somewhat strange that he's in our ghetto office...i walk in this morning, and my desk has been rearranged - the biodegradable/biohazardous materials gone, the loose papers sacrificed to the dimension of forgotten ephemera. This is a sure sign that we have company.

Naturally, N walks in (pleather and a yellow t-shirt) to be greeted by G (business casual, purple shirt on grey slacks). N has an annoying habit of snapping his fingers, which causes me to turn around because i'm so used to G snapping his fingers for attention (also irritating, might i add). G is busy explaining our software to N, who in turn is too busy choking on water to listen. I'm sure they'll be talking about important stuff, but i'm still in shock from Clean Desk Syndrome, and being harangued by our in-house staff to fix the neverending Fi8 project problems, so it's time to get back to coding. Ugh, make him STOP that snapping...

parvovirus B19
Yes, i have fifth disease. Yes, it is an ailment typically found amongst small children, not unlike chicken pox. No, i was not slapped twice by some girl. Not lately, anyway. Yes, my quarantine is officially completed. Yes, i will be fine.