Wednesday, May 20, 2009
"Who sent me this email?"
Without turning around I just said,
I thought maybe she'd get the hint that I don't know and that I'm involved doing my own important work. (Ok, so I was just playing solitaire. So what?) Instead she says,
" I wish it was from my mom. She died last year. I would give anything to talk to her again."
Then she got really quiet and stopped talking for awhile. So I guess I got the result I was looking for, (a quiet cubie) but I'm now officially the worst person in the history of the world. So I figure its a fair trade-off.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
So this is the sign that is on the property of my work Amex. The first time I saw it I got this hilarious mental image of a group of middle aged men walking out of the building on their lunch break carrying shovels over their shoulders and whistling. They reach the sign and just stare blankly at it and then they look at each other,
"Fiber optic what?"
"Did someone see us digging last time?"
"What are we going to do during our lunch break now?"
"Aw, man. This is the only hobby I had!"
Then they turn around and walk back into the building. Cracks me up every time.