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May. 19th, 2004 04:35 pmI wish, if clothing companies insist upon making low-rider skirts, much like the low rider jeans, that someone would devise low-rider pantyhose to match. I have been messing with my shirt all day because my pantyhose (which are also a ridiculously light color, though the closest one to my deadly white pallor, but I digress) are up around my waist, while my skirt is riding my hips.
A few minutes ago, I thought I was being attacked by another woman in my department. She has a habit of appearing in my cube, making no noise to alert me to her presence, and then scaring the crap out of me. This time, she was suddenly behind me, and when I noticed her, shecommanded me to "Turn your head around!" then flipped up my pony tail and began furiously messing with something on my neck. Turns out she has a thing about people having their shirt tags hanging out. She thought mine was out, but it was actually the ridiculously Victorian ribbon on my enormous fake pearls. We laughed about it, but for a split second, I was completely bewildered, and slightly concerned. In spite of all of this, I do really like her. I think I may be working on a project with her in a few weeks.
I didn't take my own advice last night and instead of sitting down and reading, I ended up working on the tank top some more. It's now half off the circular needles, and I'm now thinking it's not so large as I previously imagined. I'd cross my fingers, but my hands hurt. When will I learn?
They had some sort of building dedication ceremony this morning. I'm not sure why they waited so long, though some people have postulated it was because they didn't want to officially dedicate it until after the hospital across the street was imploded, just in case anything went wrong. I didn't go, because I'm boycotting these things right now (don't even ask) but they passed out the favor this afternoon. At first glance it looks like a normal black coffee mug with our logo on it in silver. But I guess our building appears on the sides of it when you put a hot beverage in the mug. Whatever. I'd appreciate the money in the form of a paltry raise over yet another mug to sit on my desk.
Today's weird overheard: "It can't be a lump of any significance, because it does have a pulse." (This from the aforementioned tag woman, on her cell phone with one of her kids.) Sometimes it's fun to sit on the end, near the only place on this floor where anyone can get a cell signal.
A few minutes ago, I thought I was being attacked by another woman in my department. She has a habit of appearing in my cube, making no noise to alert me to her presence, and then scaring the crap out of me. This time, she was suddenly behind me, and when I noticed her, shecommanded me to "Turn your head around!" then flipped up my pony tail and began furiously messing with something on my neck. Turns out she has a thing about people having their shirt tags hanging out. She thought mine was out, but it was actually the ridiculously Victorian ribbon on my enormous fake pearls. We laughed about it, but for a split second, I was completely bewildered, and slightly concerned. In spite of all of this, I do really like her. I think I may be working on a project with her in a few weeks.
I didn't take my own advice last night and instead of sitting down and reading, I ended up working on the tank top some more. It's now half off the circular needles, and I'm now thinking it's not so large as I previously imagined. I'd cross my fingers, but my hands hurt. When will I learn?
They had some sort of building dedication ceremony this morning. I'm not sure why they waited so long, though some people have postulated it was because they didn't want to officially dedicate it until after the hospital across the street was imploded, just in case anything went wrong. I didn't go, because I'm boycotting these things right now (don't even ask) but they passed out the favor this afternoon. At first glance it looks like a normal black coffee mug with our logo on it in silver. But I guess our building appears on the sides of it when you put a hot beverage in the mug. Whatever. I'd appreciate the money in the form of a paltry raise over yet another mug to sit on my desk.
Today's weird overheard: "It can't be a lump of any significance, because it does have a pulse." (This from the aforementioned tag woman, on her cell phone with one of her kids.) Sometimes it's fun to sit on the end, near the only place on this floor where anyone can get a cell signal.
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