Sort of Boring.
Got stuck behind a big orange tractor on the way to work. The tractor rolled through a yellow light at the intersection of 1st and Ankeny Blvd., and I got stuck with the red. Behind me was a big silver SUV, and when I stopped at that red light the driver lost control.
Not sure how to describe the scene…she would throw her hands up, shake her head, yell to her passengers, flail, and then slap her hands down on top of the steering wheel. It looked like nothing more than DK’s Smash Bros. taunt: raise arms, flail, pound the ground. This happened over and over, at least four distinct times. I had relaxo morning music on my headphones and the contrast was too incredible, so that I just kept chuckling while the DK lady roared.
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Remember when I bitched about people staring into my cubicle as they walk by? Lately I’ve noticed that there are a handful of older women who will slow down and, in some cases, stop just to look at their screen. They don’t look at me; they look at my screen. And then they’ll either nod a sort of subdued approval or set their jaw a little. And these women are secretaries! Fucking secretaries! Pretty soon the janitor’s gonna ask to see my work for the day…
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People who come in at 8 and stay three or four hours late to get more work done for free: what the fuck is wrong with you? Who is that loyal to a government organization? Who has three extra hours a night to stay and work? Gurg…
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Anyone have plans for this weekend? We keep talking about hitting a coffee shop, and if Wes is coming that would be perfect…Java Joe’s has several rooms, and bigass tables that hold not only caffeine drinks but also Carcasson, etc. Etc.
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I used to think if I was single I’d have more time to hunt the undead. But where are the undead?! Fuck…
Not sure how to describe the scene…she would throw her hands up, shake her head, yell to her passengers, flail, and then slap her hands down on top of the steering wheel. It looked like nothing more than DK’s Smash Bros. taunt: raise arms, flail, pound the ground. This happened over and over, at least four distinct times. I had relaxo morning music on my headphones and the contrast was too incredible, so that I just kept chuckling while the DK lady roared.
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Remember when I bitched about people staring into my cubicle as they walk by? Lately I’ve noticed that there are a handful of older women who will slow down and, in some cases, stop just to look at their screen. They don’t look at me; they look at my screen. And then they’ll either nod a sort of subdued approval or set their jaw a little. And these women are secretaries! Fucking secretaries! Pretty soon the janitor’s gonna ask to see my work for the day…
…
People who come in at 8 and stay three or four hours late to get more work done for free: what the fuck is wrong with you? Who is that loyal to a government organization? Who has three extra hours a night to stay and work? Gurg…
…
Anyone have plans for this weekend? We keep talking about hitting a coffee shop, and if Wes is coming that would be perfect…Java Joe’s has several rooms, and bigass tables that hold not only caffeine drinks but also Carcasson, etc. Etc.
…
I used to think if I was single I’d have more time to hunt the undead. But where are the undead?! Fuck…
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