Excel-sior!

Today finds me at HQ taking an intro class to Microsoft Excel.
There are three additional levels of classes that I will likely take somewhere along the line, along with some other classes on the various Microsoft Office products.
As with any training, I'm doing it not only to increase my skillset, but also to increase my bank account, as training classes are an easy way to rack up OT.
The extra bonus for me this time is that, as fate would have it, this class is scheduled at the same time as an all-day departmental "all hands" meeting.
I would have gotten OT for that, too, but it would have been a thousand times more boring than this class (which is itself pretty boring). In addition to having to spend the day listening to a bunch of executives talk about things that only have, at best, a peripheray effect on me, I would have had to put up with some kind of irritating "team-building" exercise that involved learning to work with people whom I don't actually have to work with in my regular job, and in fact, will likely never see again.
So it worked out well that this class, which I signed up for before I knew about the meeting, happened on the same day, allowing me to avoid the boredom of the meeting without having to lose the OT.
As I write this I'm on my lunch break. Ordinarily I'd meet with Kathleen for lunch, but she's off today, as she and Brian are involved in the funeral of a fire fighter from their fire company who recently passed on.
So that means I'm left to my own devices for an hour, and it doesn't take me that long to eat a slice of default pizza (I call it "default pizza," as it's the food item I usually default to at the HQ cafeteria when nothing else looks appealing).
Yesterday I did some serious work on my NaNoWriMo novel, making up the 1,000 word deficit, and bringing my total to a full ten words beyond where I should be (which puts me at 11,118 words, for those keeping track).
I have a feeling, though, that I'll be less prolific when I get home tonight and will end up falling behind once again.
Of course, the real question isn't so much whether or not I'll hit the 50,000 word mark by the end of the month, but whether or not I'll actually finish the story I want to tell. I think the answer to the word count question is a definite yes, but the other question is much more up in the air. 50,000 words probably isn't enough to tell it, and I don't think I have it in me to crank out as many words as it actually would take in the time allotted. At the very least, though, I would like to top last year's word count (which I don't remember off the top of my head).
Yesterday I ventured out into the world to get a haircut, as I'd been getting pretty shaggy, and wanted to look a little better on the off-chance that there'd be some hotties in the class today (For the record, there aren't. Well, not exactly. There is one hot-ish woman in the class, someone who used to work in the same area that I did - who has a HUGE rack - but she's married, so she doesn't count).
Because I was in the area, after getting my haircut I decided to pop into my optometrist's office and pick up a new supply of cleaning solution for my contacts.
I was surprised to see that the oft-mentioned "Stone Face," the woman that I attempted to date nearly two years ago, was actually working. For the past year and a half I haven't encountered her during any of my visits to the optometrist and had suspected that she'd moved away.
Though my last attempt at trying to kindle a romance with her ended in her telling me, though she clearly recognized me, that I had "the wrong number"and hanging up on me, she seemed pleased (as far as I could tell, at least) to see me, and was fairly friendly.
We didn't get much of a chance to talk, though, as it was pretty busy, and most of the time I was there she was on the phone.
Of course, while I didn't get a very clear look at it, there appeared to be a ring on her finger, so if I had any hopes of picking things up again (Which I didn't...well, not really. I mean, it's sort of hard not to have some amount of hope, as I do find her extremely attractive, and I am pretty desperately lonely.) were pretty effectively dashed at that point.
Ah well.
In any case, I should probably get in one last trip to the bathroom before class resumes.