This means war

Well, it looks like we're going. Andrea is all freaked out, but I have to admit I enjoy watching round-the-clock war coverage. It reminds me of college, when my roommates and I refused to take the Christmas tree down until the troops came home. That's right, our tree was still up Jan. 16 (or whenever Gulf War I started) and was a fire hazard by the time it came down.

I went to San Jose last weekend and had a really good time in San Francisco. We got caught in the middle of the war protests (though people were also protesting capitalism, heterosexuality, our South Korean military presence and, for some reason, the Gap). Old Navy lowered the metal "night bars" as shoppers watched the protesters from inside. Andrea and were in the middle of things until we wisely decided to go across the street and watch the ordeal from the second story of Virgin Megastore.

Andrea has the OK for cross-training from every person she needs it from except the union leader from editorial. The editorial department, where she'd like to get training, has a different union than the one representing her department, complicating the process. Neither union wants to be the one to pay her salary during the training. God forbid she try to improve her value to the newspaper and fulfill one of the editor's big pushes. I like unions, but I hate hate HATE bureaucracy.