To paraphrase what I said last week, sending an email every night to remind me that my mailbox is over the limit is tantamount to rear-ending people to inform them they’re not wearing seatbelts.

After 4 months at my job, I’ve reached the 120MB limit of the Exchange mailboxes here at work. I’ve commiserated over this before, but at this job, they send you an email every day to remind you that your mailbox is full. I guess nothing says “mailbox space is precious; you’ve run out” like clogging my inbox with apoplectic nastygrams.

Yes, I know that my linkdumps don’t actually count as posts, and I’ve been pretty blog-negligent lately. (Blegligent? Blogligent? Nlogligent?) Here’s a weekend recap:

  • Friday: Heather flew back in from Orlando. Her plane took off early and landed early. Does that ever happen?
  • Saturday: I went up to Jasper to help my Dad paint the mountain house. Moderate bonding and extremely dirty clothes ensued. For probably only the second time, I missed my SUV terribly as I gingerly wedged my paint-covered self into the driver’s seat, trying very hard–and failing–to keep my seats clean.
    Also, we saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. It was cool, though I’m definitely still over disgusted at paying $9.25 for a movie ticket.
  • Sunday (yesterday): We walked over to the AVP Beach Volleyball tournament at Atlantic Station. It was enjoyable, though hot, and despite my inital suspicions, it had nothing to do with Alien Versus Predator. For some reason, the women’s tournament is more popular than the men’s. I wonder why that is…