A day in the life of...
Yesterday, I smashed my finger at work. It basically made all the blood vessels in my finger explode simultaneously. It actually looks really cool.
The even cooler thing is that I can't feel my finger at all. I told my boss yesterday that I would contact him if it fell off. That was after he told me I should contact him if it fell off. My boss is kind of strange sometimes.
I like pop-tarts. I generally eat them every morning. Also lately I've been eating Quaker oatmeal squares for my mid-morning brefix. This comes after my pop-tart brefix, and before my bologna lunch. The oatmeal squares aren't really that good, but they stave of my desire to declare war on the gentiles.
Usually around 10-11 once a week this gal Amy comes in. She's pretty good lookin', and always spends a great deal of time looking at aerials. She works for one of those environmental consulting agencies in town. Those are like, the only places bush-haters and femocrats work in the engineering industry. "Natural resources management"...that's the more bs form of Geography, which is the more bs form of anything more specific, scientific, and challenging. I'd give Amy more flack about it if she weren't so darned cute.
Usually closer to lunch time is when I traditionally do my posting or news-surfing. I read two real websites: CNN and wikipedia. I've learned everything I need to know about the post-tsunami relief effort, and the Carolingian dynasty. Someday I'll go back to reading Something Awful regularly, a habit that started when Mikey sent me their Linkin Park article when I was in Georgia.
Today, as it has been all week, the CD I am listening to is Pet Sounds. I haven't yet bothered to change CDs because this is such an awesome album. Plus it's got all the tracks twice on the CD (stereo and mono versions), so I only have restart it once an hour. My favorite song on there is "I'm waiting for the day" because it reminds me of stuff.
Usually once or twice a week I'll get some completely absurd call. Generally I will spend an hour or two after this call hating humanity for spewing forth the contemptuous types that call me to complain about things that have no bearing on my life, and I can do nothing, legally, to change. Were these strange callers to offer me money or friendship, I would even consider illegally aiding them. But since they are always mean and I am always nice, we can't be friends. I might consider playing golf or World of Warcraft with them though.
The first week I was here, I got a turkey. The second week I was here, I got 2 days holiday. The third week I was here, I got a day holiday. The fourth week, I got slammed with work. The fifth week, another holiday. The sixth...well, that might be this week. Or I might have lost track. In any case, now all I do is work (except when I pretend I am writing legitimate e-mails, and actually writing my post text), and all I will do until Good Friday or death is work.
Speaking of death, my finger is turning black...
The even cooler thing is that I can't feel my finger at all. I told my boss yesterday that I would contact him if it fell off. That was after he told me I should contact him if it fell off. My boss is kind of strange sometimes.
I like pop-tarts. I generally eat them every morning. Also lately I've been eating Quaker oatmeal squares for my mid-morning brefix. This comes after my pop-tart brefix, and before my bologna lunch. The oatmeal squares aren't really that good, but they stave of my desire to declare war on the gentiles.
Usually around 10-11 once a week this gal Amy comes in. She's pretty good lookin', and always spends a great deal of time looking at aerials. She works for one of those environmental consulting agencies in town. Those are like, the only places bush-haters and femocrats work in the engineering industry. "Natural resources management"...that's the more bs form of Geography, which is the more bs form of anything more specific, scientific, and challenging. I'd give Amy more flack about it if she weren't so darned cute.
Usually closer to lunch time is when I traditionally do my posting or news-surfing. I read two real websites: CNN and wikipedia. I've learned everything I need to know about the post-tsunami relief effort, and the Carolingian dynasty. Someday I'll go back to reading Something Awful regularly, a habit that started when Mikey sent me their Linkin Park article when I was in Georgia.
Today, as it has been all week, the CD I am listening to is Pet Sounds. I haven't yet bothered to change CDs because this is such an awesome album. Plus it's got all the tracks twice on the CD (stereo and mono versions), so I only have restart it once an hour. My favorite song on there is "I'm waiting for the day" because it reminds me of stuff.
Usually once or twice a week I'll get some completely absurd call. Generally I will spend an hour or two after this call hating humanity for spewing forth the contemptuous types that call me to complain about things that have no bearing on my life, and I can do nothing, legally, to change. Were these strange callers to offer me money or friendship, I would even consider illegally aiding them. But since they are always mean and I am always nice, we can't be friends. I might consider playing golf or World of Warcraft with them though.
The first week I was here, I got a turkey. The second week I was here, I got 2 days holiday. The third week I was here, I got a day holiday. The fourth week, I got slammed with work. The fifth week, another holiday. The sixth...well, that might be this week. Or I might have lost track. In any case, now all I do is work (except when I pretend I am writing legitimate e-mails, and actually writing my post text), and all I will do until Good Friday or death is work.
Speaking of death, my finger is turning black...
Nathan Prime 08:45
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