Why Do I Rock So Hard?

Look at how early my double post is! But I have happiness to share!

Judge B. just dropped by my desk and this conversation with regard to the recently announced new positions ensued:

Judge: You gonna apply for somethin'?
Me: Yes sir.
Judge: Training team, what?
Me: Both - training team and administrative assistant.
Judge: Good...good.

(Judge exits)

So he wasn't asking everyone to make polite conversation, but made a point of asking me. Perhaps this bodes well? We shall see.

I have a spectacular happy today - a visual happy to which I may harken back for the rest of the day. I got into the elevator and three floors down, an older gentleman, retirement age or beyond perhaps, stepped in. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit, a bright pink (we're talking fuschia here) dress shirt with white collar, and a purple tie. He was just glorious, and I think I even blushed with joy over how remarkably pulled together and yet hip this older man looked. I feel very lucky that I got to witness this bold and exciting fashion moment.