I used to pay my rent with the idea of a paperless office. Step out of the content management arena, and I'm drowning in paper.
I'm trying not to be--I have dual monitors, and I nicked a bigger secondary one for just that reason--I can have three apps visible at once.
I get printouts left at my desk by people who also emailed the link to the soft copy. I'm a slut for copying pasting. Paper, not so good.
I'm sorry about global warming. It seems to be my fault.
I'm finding I'm not as tempted by the cupcake talk as normal. Which is weird. Lunch was half a black bean panini and a pluot. Like, no animal died for the privilege of nourishing me.
Even more scarily, I think that today's Knott's Berry Farm cookies will be skipped in order to finish some fruit salad.
sara, random stuff happens. Just breathe.
The lovely part is that there is a chance I could correct it.
Except it doesn't recognize my password.
Figures.
Please note that there is a reason why the only time I've done karaoke was at 3 o'clock in the morning in a foreign country while skulking in the back of the group the whole time, i.e., speaking parts only, please.
So, what are people doing this weekend?
I think I know this guy. Not Tom Cruise, but the instigator of the blackmail plot. I mean, I know a guy with that name, who lives in that neighbourhood, and has the right job.
But, really, how likely is it that
I
would know
that
guy?
Fuck, if it is him, I need to laugh for a week.
So, what are people doing this weekend?
I don't know. But I'm not:
traveling
having company
working
for the first time in something like 8 weeks.
Packing, flying, familying.
Woohoo Sparky!
That said, when are you coming to visit in DC? Hrm?
