8 posts tagged “library”
a while ago, i ran across an old (10/7/04) journal entry i had made about my initial impression of grifflet, who i first met erroneously as the guy who got the job i wanted primarily due to better attendance. the entry was such a rude commentary, so uncharacteristic of me and so grossly inaccurate regarding grifflet, that of course i just had to post it here for the world to see. :D (hey, and plus grifflet said i should, so.)
...And the guy they hired... does he actually DO anything?!? Every time I walk by, he's just sitting at the desk looking vapid. But at least he's there 100% of the time, doing nothing. He never calls in to say he's too sick to sit at a desk and stare at things.
i think it's particularly fitting that a mere 3 weeks later was the first of many times i'd have to eat these bitter, petty words: namely that Halloween when grifflet showed up to work as a blood-soaked zombie. since then i've come to know him as the ringleader of the revolution at work, a kick-ass GM, a generous friend, a scary-smart dude and a surrogate big brother.
i shudder to think of life's near wrong turns and the great things we'd never know we'd missed if we got everything we wanted when we wanted it.
i've been watching a lot of Star Trek: The Next Generation lately and, walking around work today, i realized i really love my new shoes for a completely unexpected reason. they make me feel like i'm in Starfleet. they're identical to that shiny black footwear the uber cool officers wear. i'll post a picture as soon as i can find my sister's phone.
driving to star today. i take franklin because it gives me the opportunity to drive past the "Kit Kat Klub." judging by the huge letters along the side of the building, inside are GIRLS, BEER, and POOL. as you drive by the other side of the building, the list continues with POOL, ATM, GREAT FOOD, BEER and GIRLS.
it's like the rain man of strip clubs.
so yesterday i blogged about my piteously cold work environment and mere hours later kahaha wahine showed up randomly weilding a hot sandwich for me. YEAH, you wish you had my friends. but instead, you really should be thankful for your bowels.
because it was an EGG sandwich. i am allergic to eggs. but not like i-eat-nuts-then-i-die allergic. it's more like playing russian roulette with my digestive system.
but there was SO MUCH LOVE in this sandwich! i had to eat it. I ATE THE LOVE! yes, i ate that love and it was HOT, BUTTERY DELICIOUS even though i knew i would come to regret it later.
so THANK YOU, kahaha wahine, o better friend than me, for your SELFLESS ACT of BUTTERY DELICIOUSNESS!!
and i ended up not regretting it TOO much. perhaps all that LOVE counteracted my allergy. not something i would gamble my life on, but when it's just russian roulette with my large intestine, hell yes i'll play and eat me some DELICIOUS EGGY LOVE.
she sleeps all the time. she dresses hideously. she subsists on peanut m&ms and butterfingers. and she's back. my cave-dwelling alter-ego, the Frumpinator. come december, it's like me in a bear suit. i am not responsible.
i'm sitting at my desk, wearing my coat and scarf. my nose is so cold it's running. when i got a paper cut just now, it didn't bleed. i'll tell you why. my fingers were TOO DAMN COLD. i sat there, staring at the open red cut on my sheet-white finger, thinking, I'm too cold! I'm too freakin' cold to BLEED! then i put on gloves and ate a cookie.
there is no problem that can't be solved with heath chocolate chip and a few more layers.
but i jest. because our IT isn't a guy, she's a gal. and she works on the floor below mine. and she doesn't hate me. but i'm running out of reasons why MY WORK COMPUTER WON'T WORK. i've been waiting for about the last ten years for the main program i use to just OPEN its ass. what works fine is anything completely unrelated to my work duties. like say, blogging.
that's it. my computer's trying to get me fired. well i have three words for it. control. alt. delete. BOOYAH!!
i'm rockin the checkin room at work (the library) and, as occasionally happens, a book comes through a time warp from the eighties just to make me marvel at the fickle hand of the weeding gods. it's called Ventriloquism for the Total Dummy and i am perplexed by the large hole that runs through the entire book at the upper left hand corner. apparently something used to be attached there. when i check it in, the computer makes a rude noise and displays the message DUMMY MISSING.
i feel like i dodged a bullet. what could be creepier than a time-warped eighties book coming to me through the bookdrop, somehow dangling a hideously leering time-warped eighties wooden dummy from its hole? gah.
besides, the message should really say DUMMY NOT INCLUDED. we just provide the book, people. you gotta bring yourselves. bwahahaha.
i found a use for the chip in my windshield. the truck in front of me has a bumper sticker of a chihuahua and, if i close one eye and unfocus enough, i can line up that little dark crescent-shaped blur so it looks like a bad piece on the pooch's head. rest assured, i made this discovery sitting at a stoplight, not while driving. though, if anything were to persuade me to drive with one eye shut and the other crossed, it would be a miniature dog in a toup.
we wont even talk about the denture-wearing squirrel who taught me to steer with my feet so i can blog this right now.
