Where the devil is my Chooser, indeed.
In 1999, that sound only meant pretty much the loveliest things.
Submitted 2 abstracts with the winsome visitor from last week, AND collected data likely securing a fun overseas trip later in the year, AND I handled international training without probably causing any long term incidents (the day is still relatively young!), AND now I have this sound indicating the communiqués from the best people.
(…And this one (via) for work stuff. Because: professional joy ≈ joy.)
Though I have failed to keep my day-to-day log of activities up to date this month, the Friday rundown makes me feel preemptively a lot better about potentially just being a goof on the weekends.