singing to myself
so, some of you may know that our balance used to be in the freezer lab. This was GREAT because it meant that I could belt out whatever music I was listening to as I weighed without worrying that anyone could hear me but the -80 freezer. okay, to be fair, there was a running joke about it because invariably *someone* from the lab would wander in and naturally my music would be too loud for me to notice the door opening... and cue humiliation.
right, so you can imagine what a tragedy it was when the balance was removed to the COMPUTER LAB, a public, and obviously far more frequently used, space.
'Xcept I forgot this morning...
Mark tapped on my shoulder to say hello and that he knew I was here because he could hear me singing in the back corner. ha whoops. (oh god- quick, what was I listening to?? oh yeah, JIMMY EAT WORLD, OF ALL THINGS)
hm I suppose it could've been worse. I could've been singing Mariah Carey or something. How embarrassing would that have been?! (then I would've had to admit that not only do I have MC on my ipod, but that I actually know lyrics to her songs. shocking, I know)
right, so you can imagine what a tragedy it was when the balance was removed to the COMPUTER LAB, a public, and obviously far more frequently used, space.
'Xcept I forgot this morning...
Mark tapped on my shoulder to say hello and that he knew I was here because he could hear me singing in the back corner. ha whoops. (oh god- quick, what was I listening to?? oh yeah, JIMMY EAT WORLD, OF ALL THINGS)
hm I suppose it could've been worse. I could've been singing Mariah Carey or something. How embarrassing would that have been?! (then I would've had to admit that not only do I have MC on my ipod, but that I actually know lyrics to her songs. shocking, I know)