I may have made dolphin noises during last night's Leverage.

( Spoilers! )

An update on the Debbie Downer situation.

So for the most part, she was cheery today. (Well, what passes for cheery with her.) She was talking to me, in any event, but she was also doing all of those shiny little things that drive me up a fucking wall like using me as her own personal assist line and tapping her fingers on the cubicle wall to get my fucking attention and continuing to talk to me even though I'm clearly trying to listen to my damn headphones.

Anyway.

At some point after she left, my supervisor called me over. She wanted me to look over the statement she wrote up to send to HR about DD to make sure it was accurate before she shot the email upstairs. Which I did, and now it's going to HR, and she warned me that I might have to go talk to someone in HR if they have any more questions.

So, yeah. This is apparently going somewhere, and we'll see if it ends in tears and recriminations and -- five minutes after the tears and recriminations walk out the front door -- champagne and dancing girls.