I work on the 11th floor, so it is about as unlikely as an Amish girl attending Comic-Con that I will ever take the stairs to my office. As I was making my way to the elevator, the woman who had entered a few seconds before me kindly held it for me. Rather than the pervasive silence that usually characterizes elevator rides, this one was marked by a tutorial of how she came to the conclusion to hold the elevator:
"I heard your hurried footsteps and decided you must be trying to get into this elevator, so I held it for you."
"Well," I said, "I guess I was lucky an observant person occupied this lift." We passed floor two.
"Of course you never know why people hurry, but I thought it would be better to hold it and have you walk by then not and have you miss it." Floor four.
I smiled at her politely, noting her thought process on the logic of holding the elevator or not...she must be on floor seven.
Yep, she was. Oh, accountants...
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Transfer from WhatsItLikeInThere.blogspot.com
So it may happen that if you don't update or use your blog for 4 years that you may forget the email address it is registered under or how to access it or how to post. So that is when you cut your losses and start a new blog with nearly the same web address and just copy over all your old posts. Like so:
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Popcorn in the Office
Today I made popcorn at work. Why? Because it is delicious and it is good for you. Sort of. Anyway, the microwaves are in the break room, where thy put all the leftover food from the lunch meetings. There was some garlic bread in there, so I ate a piece while the popcorn was in the microwave.
Unfortunately for me, this inhibited my ability to smell that the popcorn was burning. I carried the bag to the other side of the building, where my desk is and opened it. I'm sure everyone I walked by really appreciated that because burnt popcorn is at the top of everyone's "Favorite Smells" list. As soon as I opened the bag and realized it was all burnt, I quickly stached the bag in my desk to stifle the odor. Then I realized that I was still hungry, so I went and made some more. The entire office smelled like popcorn. Some guy that sits on the other side was walking past and said, "so YOU'RE the culprit."
Although I have since disposed of the burnt popcorn bag, it has been 5 hours now, and everytime I open my drawer my cube is reminded of that one time it hosted the bag of burnt popcorn. Quite the unfortunate situation. A scenario to be avoided when possible.
Unfortunately for me, this inhibited my ability to smell that the popcorn was burning. I carried the bag to the other side of the building, where my desk is and opened it. I'm sure everyone I walked by really appreciated that because burnt popcorn is at the top of everyone's "Favorite Smells" list. As soon as I opened the bag and realized it was all burnt, I quickly stached the bag in my desk to stifle the odor. Then I realized that I was still hungry, so I went and made some more. The entire office smelled like popcorn. Some guy that sits on the other side was walking past and said, "so YOU'RE the culprit."
Although I have since disposed of the burnt popcorn bag, it has been 5 hours now, and everytime I open my drawer my cube is reminded of that one time it hosted the bag of burnt popcorn. Quite the unfortunate situation. A scenario to be avoided when possible.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Professor Gifts
Today Steffanie and I delivered appreciation gifts to our professors. The gifts were boxes of small homemade chocolate truffles. The responses were as follows:
Dr. Jeffs: We need more women in engineering. The guys would never do this.
Dr. Selfridge: I wish I would have given you guys better grades.
Dr. Wilde: Maybe in law school you won't have such sad and pathetic lives.
Dr. Jeffs: We need more women in engineering. The guys would never do this.
Dr. Selfridge: I wish I would have given you guys better grades.
Dr. Wilde: Maybe in law school you won't have such sad and pathetic lives.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Just Sayin
1) a conversation I would never like to have:
Dancer 1: hey, do you know how to do the helicopter?
Dancer 2: No.
Dancer 1: Ok, I'll show you. Just keep your legs straight and your waist loose. I'm going to pick you up now...
2) I am glad that my name is not Daisy.
Dancer 1: hey, do you know how to do the helicopter?
Dancer 2: No.
Dancer 1: Ok, I'll show you. Just keep your legs straight and your waist loose. I'm going to pick you up now...
2) I am glad that my name is not Daisy.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Pull-up Bar
I told my dad that I was considering purchasing a pull up bar. He said, "That's a great idea! That's what Sarah Connor used in Terminator to stay fit while she was in prison."
Dove Chocolate
I just have to say--the messages inside dove chocolates have really gone downhill. Whatever happened to the scandalous ones like, "Anticipation heightens the pleasure"? Last time I ate dove chocolates, I got "Send yourself flowers," followed by "Chocolate always loves you back," followed by "Be your own valentine," followed by "Send yourself flowers" again. As if just because I'm eating dove chocolate means that no one wants to be my valentine, no one will send me flowers and no one loves me except for the chocolate I'm devouring in my solitude. Thanks Dove, I appreciate that. Maybe I actually just like enjoying a bit of mid-afternoon sweetness now and then and don't need to be told to send myself flowers. Ever think of that, Dove??? Sheesh.
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