Some days I just have to shake my head.

Unfortunately a few weeks ago, our regular Housekeeping lady at work injured her back and has been on sick leave ever since. Suffice to say, we miss her cheery manner and great work ethic. After weeks of temporary replacements who obviously couldn't give a rat's ass about their performance, I was told a new dedicated Housekeeper had now been assigned to our floor.

Awesome! For weeks I was cleaning my office and throwing out my own garbage. No biggie really; I do it at home, so I don't mind tidying up and chucking my garbage; afterall I am the only one using the space.

Then this week, miraculously the garbage was once again cleaned out and a fresh bag stretched across my bin. Yay!

... on Monday, then again on Tuesday, once more on Wednesday... every day! What the heck? I usually only had cleaning scheduled each Tuesday night. DAILY disposal was really overkill; but I guess it was better than being totally ignored.

And then I spotted perhaps the reason my office was such a magnet for the new Housekeeper; my recently-filled candy dish had been nearly emptied overnight. In one fell swoop, my two bags of Lifesavers mints were gone, save for a few lonely pieces left to mourn the raid.

So much for the common courtesy of "help yourself to ONE or TWO".

Nope. Now it's more like "Fill your fists, pockets and backpack with as much as you can carry" attitude.

When I mentioned it to my co-workers, they weren't surprised at all. Apparently the huge jelly bean jar in the main office had been pillaged too.

*Sigh*

Well, I guess it's time to hide the candy at night.

I really don't care about a measly few dollars; but if that buggar even TOUCHES my vintage toys I keep on my desk, he's in for a whole lotta hurt.

Take my candy, but paws off my toys!

Has it really been 2 MONTHS?

Yep, yep, (flipping a few calendar pages....) well look at that.... so it has.

Gad.

For two months I've been "on sabattical".

Er, "on vacation".

Or perhaps simply "on the couch".

No, not on the couch... that's hubby's territory.

I've been "on the laptop".

Yes, it's been pretty quiet here because I've been busy with other things.

But definitely this blog is NOT "moribund" as one commenter asked. (Don't feel bad if you don't know what that means... I had to look it up too):

Definition of MORIBUND

1: being in the state of dying : approaching death

2: being in a state of inactivity or obsolescence

NEVER! Nevernevernever! Temporarily ignored, yes. Dead, no!

What I HAVE been doing is simultaneously getting other projects done whilst feeling utterly guilt-racked about not posting here. I am quite good at giving myself guilt-trips you know... I have honed that skill for many years.

The major project I just finished was properly organizing and cataloging a very dear collection I have had since 2004. What collection you ask? (I know you did, don't deny it). Well, some people may think it's silly, but it's an art collection.

Star Wars art to be more precise.

Yep. Star Wars. My obsession hobby before blogging overtook my life. If you're a long-time reader, you'll know I am a self-described geek and on a scale of 1 to 10 (ten being Uber-Geek), I am a 20. Or perhaps even approaching 21. I have a whole basement full of Star Wars toys, books, games and anything else Mr. Lucas could slap a Star Wars sticker on.

Back in 2004 the Star Wars Fan Club sent all us geeks, er "fans" original cartoon cels and drawings from the 1985/86 Ewoks Saturday morning cartoon series. Since then, I've collected hundreds of cels but sadly had them just shoved away without the proper care they deserve. So I finally got off my butt and properly sorted, photographed and archived the artwork into scrapbook binders for safe keeping. And then I built a brand new website to share it with all the other Uber-Geeks HERE.

Now that it's done, I can hopefully balance my "extra" (Ha! Like I have "extra") time amongst all my other interests.

Problem is, I have way too many "other interests". I'll just have to do a bit here, a bit there and make sure the guilt monster doesn't keep me away for such a long time ever again.

So, as Mark Twain once said "The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated".

Moribund my @$$.