So this morning I'm in the breakroom making my tea and there's a woman in there who's in my project group and seems a little nutty. She's at the sink, then she goes over to the fridge but leaves the water running for no apparent reason. So I use it to rinse out my cup and then turn it off. Then, she goes back over to the sink, but leaves the freezer door wide open for a full minute while she's at the sink. I close it so I can get to my milk in the fridge. A few seconds later she says, "You're going to open that door back up, right?" I smile because I think she's kidding around, but she's not. So I open the freezer door, even though she's still at the sink and seems to have no plans to return to the fridge anytime soon. I slink out of the breakroom feeling like I've committed some grave sin in my paltry efforts to conserve water and electricity. JASON: Vespa amuses me, and is generally a positive influence in my life.
ME: Yeah, same here.
JASON: I feel the same way about you. Except you pay rent.
ME: I don�t poop in a box, either.
I read in Esquire that visible undershirts are the male equivalent of panty lines. But I don�t really care if anyone can see my panties.
Yesterday my project group had a meeting whose bulk conisisted of a discussion straight out of Orwell and/or Dilbert about how we define the word �done� in our documentation, and whether that definition needed to be changed. I didn�t realize legal assistants could be so post-structuralist. Suggested alternatives to �done� included �ready,� �finished,� and �complete.� I muttered �done pending completion,� which got a chuckle from the guy sitting next to me. Then at the end of the meeting there were a bunch of lame jokes about how the meeting was now �done.�
Good things right now:
- Finding Ghost World used at Reckless
- Discovering new music via Fluxblog
- Finding out Erlend Oye will be here Thursday
- Reading The Ginger Man by JP Donleavy
- GWB�s daily and steady decline
- Harmony vocals