This particular friday SUCKS.

I am holding the hands (metaphorically) of various members of my department while they clean out their files from the distant past. Currently my boss is working on 1992-1993, files she brought with her when she moved to this department in 1993 and literally hasn't looked at since.

Naturally, she is reading every page.

Hit her for me, flea.

Then grab it all and throw it in the shredder.

I used to sneak old paperwork out of my boss's office and hide it in the shredder bin down the hall. If I let her check it over, she would spend all day re-reading it before deciding to keep it. I figured I was helping by keeping her focused on papers less than five years old.

I have got to remember not to talk about dismembered fingers at work, especially during lunch.

OK, how I really wanted my dad to email me back?

I think I really didn't. Upsetting. Grrr.

My boss found a box of floppy disks that are about 8 inches square. I have never seen a floppy that big, and my memory of computers goes back to about 1982 (5th grade, we played lemonade stand and programmed a turtle in school with an Apple). We are now pondering a display case of the weirdest/oldest shit found in our file drawers.

Ooh! 8" floppies. Those *are* old. Late seventies or so.

We once found a dirty turkey baster, that was used for a science experiment then thrown in a box.

And a bag of Teddy Grahams from 1995...that was in 2001.

My parents have a huge stack of boxes of punch cards (they make excellent flash cards, flip books and such so dad hoards them for mom.)