Productive week, despite doses of utter failure preceding it. Took Monday off for some much needed decompression and hermitry, then came back and had a very fun and informative week at work doing projects and learning a fair bit. Worked on extra day on Thursday, partially for the hell of it and partially to learn how a specific system was set up.
Had a little date with an OPM agent related to RS's clearance. Said agent got lost two or three times on a single road in Ashburn trying to find the Starbucks I'd settled on. This ended with me going and finding the agent, and a short conversation along these lines:
"So, you see him every day?"
"Yeah, he's my roommate."
"Do you ever have dinner with him?"
"Do you ever go out to dinner with him?"
"Oh yeah, all the time."
"Just the two of you?"
"Yeah, we're..." *long pause* "Not like that, though, ew, it'd be like dating my Dad!"
The conversation came to an abrupt end five minutes later. OPM agent looked like he wanted to eat his tie and get the hell away as soon as possible. Poor guy.
Went shooting a short time afterwards with RS and Kimby. Spent a good amount of time with RS's M1 Carbine (made by IBM - it's a machine for conducting international business), and the Delta Elite, which decided to be a complete bitch despite putting 120 rounds downrange with it. Or maybe because of that. I managed to come out of this without aching wrists. On the downside, firing the Mark II I'm so fond of now feels like absolutely nothing, which is somewhat depressing.
Spent Sunday slacking. Trying to shove too much into my days off has proved to be a Bad Plan: need more days doing very little or nothing and catching up on my sleep, especially this time of year.