One of our friendly office fishies had be flushed into the great white beyond. :-(
It was Cindy Crawford (see July posts for discussion of fish name). She was a good fish, always swimming, always orange, always the first one up to the top at feeding time. She will be missed.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
May the Best Woman Win . . . ( aka: Pam)
Who said this blog had to be exclusively about MY office??? Nobody. So today I want to bring your attention to another exciting establiment other than my office - The Office.
For those of you who don't follow the show (8:30 Thursday nights NBC) You are truly missing out and I suggest you spend the next 48 hours catching up on season's one two and the first 4 episodes of season three. You will thank me, because you will appreciate the following:
http://www.lindsayism.com/2006/11/why_im_on_team_.html
http://www.zulkey.com/diary_archive_111306.html
go team Pam, go Team Pam, Go Team Pam, go team PAM, go TEAM PAM, GO TEAM PAM!!!!!!!
For those of you who don't follow the show (8:30 Thursday nights NBC) You are truly missing out and I suggest you spend the next 48 hours catching up on season's one two and the first 4 episodes of season three. You will thank me, because you will appreciate the following:
http://www.lindsayism.com/2006/11/why_im_on_team_.html
http://www.zulkey.com/diary_archive_111306.html
go team Pam, go Team Pam, Go Team Pam, go team PAM, go TEAM PAM, GO TEAM PAM!!!!!!!
Friday, November 10, 2006
A short days journey into night . . .at 4:30 in the freakin afternoon.
Has anyone else been suffering from post traumatic daylight savings syndrome??? It's 4:30 and I want to go to bed! I fell asleep at my desk yesterday. This is the first time I have held a desk job during the annual transition to shorter days, and so it is with a little discomfort that I've found myself not just bored but simply exhausted. I felt tired just flipping open my cell phone. . . . and I just ran a marathon a few weeks ago; something is definitely not right.
I guess it is the age old question of how much our experience of reality vs. reality's reality changes what we see and how we feel. 4:30 is still 4:30 but in darkness, everything that is the same feels even more langourous and drawn out at 4:30 than it did before. Is this psychobabble making sense? Another example - I was eating a salad for lunch the other day and some of the dressing had spilled inside the to-go bag that was housing said salad. Damn. I was sad ( I love salad dressing!) but I neatly deposited the remaining dressing onto my salad and munched away. I was so surprised that this little bit of salad dressing was really distributing itself very evenly on every peice of lettuce, draping itself just enough over each crumb of crouton and nibble of corn. There was even left over dressing swirling around the bottom of the plastic salad container to spare. It was simply DELISH, but when I got to the bottom of my barrel of salad and started to try and soak up the dressing, I realized that there was no extra dressing inside the container, there was dressing UNDERNEATH the container that just "appeared" to be at the bottom, the spilled amount was just floating between the bag and my clear plastic salad container. It was all a mirage. Then I started to realize that there wasn't much salad dressing, I could barely taste it. Had my mind overpowered the my underdressed mesclun greens into seeming scruptiousness?
Yes, with enough time on my hands and more than enough boreddom, this is really what I think about.
I guess it is the age old question of how much our experience of reality vs. reality's reality changes what we see and how we feel. 4:30 is still 4:30 but in darkness, everything that is the same feels even more langourous and drawn out at 4:30 than it did before. Is this psychobabble making sense? Another example - I was eating a salad for lunch the other day and some of the dressing had spilled inside the to-go bag that was housing said salad. Damn. I was sad ( I love salad dressing!) but I neatly deposited the remaining dressing onto my salad and munched away. I was so surprised that this little bit of salad dressing was really distributing itself very evenly on every peice of lettuce, draping itself just enough over each crumb of crouton and nibble of corn. There was even left over dressing swirling around the bottom of the plastic salad container to spare. It was simply DELISH, but when I got to the bottom of my barrel of salad and started to try and soak up the dressing, I realized that there was no extra dressing inside the container, there was dressing UNDERNEATH the container that just "appeared" to be at the bottom, the spilled amount was just floating between the bag and my clear plastic salad container. It was all a mirage. Then I started to realize that there wasn't much salad dressing, I could barely taste it. Had my mind overpowered the my underdressed mesclun greens into seeming scruptiousness?
Yes, with enough time on my hands and more than enough boreddom, this is really what I think about.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Halloween Recap
I wish I had taken more pictures of the office,which was covered in webbing and pumpkin paraphernalia but this will have to do.
Exhibit 1 - Slightly overfed spider hanging out above my desk for the past 2 weeks:
Wish I had taken more pictures of the Costume contest, which featured Borat, The Ghostbusters and Marshmellowman, Jack (in the Box), Whitney Houston, Pinochio, and Snakes On A Plane (girl dressed as stewardess with Snakes attached to her....clever girl), among many many more (there were 56 entries) including yours truly's, Orange Fantana.
Exhibit 1 - Slightly overfed spider hanging out above my desk for the past 2 weeks:
Wish I had taken more pictures of the Costume contest, which featured Borat, The Ghostbusters and Marshmellowman, Jack (in the Box), Whitney Houston, Pinochio, and Snakes On A Plane (girl dressed as stewardess with Snakes attached to her....clever girl), among many many more (there were 56 entries) including yours truly's, Orange Fantana.
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