Sometime this morning, before I got in someone went around and left a little bag of candy on, presumably, everyone's desk. Not mine, but I really don't care. It's not like I need the candy. But since I don't have any, everyone thinks that I did it. I've had like half the office askme if I was the candy fairy, or whatever. I keep telling everyone no, but they don't believe me. I'm not sure why this is bugging me, but it is.
Also, customers are sill dumb.
In other news, reading the latest Anita Blake book, Micha. It's not bad, so far. Took until chapter 7 to get to the sex. There hasn't really been any plot, but we've had character development and exploration. Maybe her series will start picking back up out of the romance genera again. Which is good, cause I actually like the Micha character, best out of almost all the boys in the book. My favorite is the slutty, twink werewolf named Jason who is seen as more of a little brother than a sex object--but that's cause I relate. *grin*