Inanity from Insanity
I had a fanschmabulous day today. I have a new friend, and we went to Olly's
after HRP class today. It was good, and has thus put me in a good mood.
It was even good enough for me not to mind the pile of crap my boss has
foisted upon me. Get this: he wants me to put certain documents on a certain
spike in each file. Fine. I can do that. I know which documents they are.
But he doesn't think I know this, so he takes them all out of the file, and,
instead of using one of the myriad large black clips he steals from me and
hoards in his office, he uses the INDUSTRIAL STAPLER to fasten them to the
file. So, not only do I have to wrestle my way through two inches of highly
resistant metal, but when I get the documents loose, I find that many of them
were originally on the spike, but that he took them off and messed them
around, and has left me a nasty note, telling me that my disorganization is
not acceptable! *minor spaz*
But today was good. I learned much, and had some good times. I even got to
drive my brand new huge honking SUV to work tonight. I drove over a curb on
purpose (don't tell my dad!) and I didn't even feel it. MAJORLY GNARLY DUDE.
Okay, back to pretend work. I have two files left to "re-organize." PAH!
later:
At Stefan's. We watched Damon do a grand slam. I thought he was remarkably
similar to an australopithecine hominid. How astute of me. Fucking Goddamn.
I hate Stefan's keyboard, but don't tell him. And his computer's too bloody
slow. But we're listening to the Shins. Stefan is telling me about music
copyright law. I'm only sort of listening. He has just called me his legal
department. "By legal department, I mean I'm going to hide in your basement
when the police come looking for me. Is that cool?" he asks. I'm still not
listening. My secretarial mind just took that down without cognition. Very
astute of me. I'm rambling. But I had a lot of tea, past noon. Not astute.
Stefan is reading Douglas Adams, a genius. But now is my chance to publicly
slander him on his own computer. Stefan is a . . . . fill in the blanks.
I'm too lazy. Ah, Ben Harper . . . so pretty. We're on a pretty music binge
tonight. Stefan is actually a girl in disguise. He told me today he was a
"retrosexual" -- the opposite of a metrosexual. But he cares. I know he
does. He just doesn't like to talk about it except when he's being girly.
Like now. HAHAHAHA.
Okay, enough, I'm OBBBBVIOUSLY insane.
Posted by Ally at October 20, 2004 12:00 AM