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I have a sore throat, a sore chest, a cough, and hiccups.
Risa and Niman come home tomorrow!! That leaves me only tonight to recover from my illness so that I can go out and celebrate in the proper fashion.
My mom got a ton of Scholastic book order points from her class orders this year. We had enough for a free video camera, or digital camera, or a TV. Instead of getting something cool and sensible with this, she decided to get a big water cooler for the kitchen; one of those things they have at offices with the big blue jug on top.
I strongly objected to this because it's stupid and lame. Water is close to free, and comes out of taps everywhere in your house, and is readily available at no cost outside the house as well. The argument made was that we drink a lot of bottled water, and these large bottles are cheaper. Now, the advantage of bottled water is that it's portable. You can't carry a 19 kilogram (roughly 40 pounds) jug of water with you when you go for a stroll. Also, you need glasses to drink this water. These need to be washed, negating some of the hypothetical bottle savings in tap water and detergent costs, let alone time.
This was supposed to arrive at the end of June. It came yesterday. My mom asked me to go out and get a bottle of water for it. It was $6 she said. $18 later, I'm on my way home with a huge jug of spring water in the trunk. I get home, we install it, and my mom reads that she still won't be able to drink the water for another 12 hours. Upset, she goes to bed and I go about my business.
This afternoon, she picks me up from the TTC. She tells me that before leaving the house this morning, she spent hours cleaning water out of kitchen, because it leaked and flooded my house. She cleaned it up, and went out. When she came home this afternoon, she was again greeted by a leaking water cooler and a large puddle. There was a message on the answering machine from Scholastic.
The message said that we have been sent the wrong model of water cooler and we are to package it up to send it back in exchange for a lower quality model. I was too alarmed by the concept of an even lower quality model to find this situation as amusing as it should have been. I couldn't even get out an "I told you so", because I was too right to even form the words.
Later tonight, my mother was disappointed because she was thirsty, and in anticipation of the arrival of the cooler, she had neglected to purchase the usual bottles of water she keeps in her room.
Now, I'm pretty sure this story has a moral, and I'm pretty sure that I don't need to spell it out, but I will anyways. It doesn't happen often, but once in a blue moon, I am right, and it pays off to listen to me.
Here's a lewd and gossipy and incredibly trashy story. This is not for the ears or eyes of my father, as he is a fellow Hull & Hull employee, and this kind of gossip should not fall into his hands.
One of the secretaries at work could barely walk today. She looked awful, and had tremendous back pain. The story we were told was that she tripped on the stairs and fell on her back. At the beginning of the day, she (25 years of age) introduced us to the picture of her new boyfriend (39-years-old with a 12-year-old son (yes, she is closer in age to the son)). She met him on Saturday. On her lunch break, she decided to take a nap for the hour instead of eating. On the subway on the way home, Caroline Foster (the other summer student) told me the true story as the secretary told it to her. The secretary got severe rug-burn all up her back while having sex with the new boyfriend on a towel on a beach in Ajax last night.
Trashtastic.
She said she didn't notice it happening. She was distracted by the fact that there are lots of people she knows in that area, and she was looking out to make sure none of them saw her.
Quote of the Day:
"I'm thirsty. Is there a bottle of water on that side of the room?"
-My mother
Risa and Niman come home tomorrow!! That leaves me only tonight to recover from my illness so that I can go out and celebrate in the proper fashion.
My mom got a ton of Scholastic book order points from her class orders this year. We had enough for a free video camera, or digital camera, or a TV. Instead of getting something cool and sensible with this, she decided to get a big water cooler for the kitchen; one of those things they have at offices with the big blue jug on top.
I strongly objected to this because it's stupid and lame. Water is close to free, and comes out of taps everywhere in your house, and is readily available at no cost outside the house as well. The argument made was that we drink a lot of bottled water, and these large bottles are cheaper. Now, the advantage of bottled water is that it's portable. You can't carry a 19 kilogram (roughly 40 pounds) jug of water with you when you go for a stroll. Also, you need glasses to drink this water. These need to be washed, negating some of the hypothetical bottle savings in tap water and detergent costs, let alone time.
This was supposed to arrive at the end of June. It came yesterday. My mom asked me to go out and get a bottle of water for it. It was $6 she said. $18 later, I'm on my way home with a huge jug of spring water in the trunk. I get home, we install it, and my mom reads that she still won't be able to drink the water for another 12 hours. Upset, she goes to bed and I go about my business.
This afternoon, she picks me up from the TTC. She tells me that before leaving the house this morning, she spent hours cleaning water out of kitchen, because it leaked and flooded my house. She cleaned it up, and went out. When she came home this afternoon, she was again greeted by a leaking water cooler and a large puddle. There was a message on the answering machine from Scholastic.
The message said that we have been sent the wrong model of water cooler and we are to package it up to send it back in exchange for a lower quality model. I was too alarmed by the concept of an even lower quality model to find this situation as amusing as it should have been. I couldn't even get out an "I told you so", because I was too right to even form the words.
Later tonight, my mother was disappointed because she was thirsty, and in anticipation of the arrival of the cooler, she had neglected to purchase the usual bottles of water she keeps in her room.
Now, I'm pretty sure this story has a moral, and I'm pretty sure that I don't need to spell it out, but I will anyways. It doesn't happen often, but once in a blue moon, I am right, and it pays off to listen to me.
Here's a lewd and gossipy and incredibly trashy story. This is not for the ears or eyes of my father, as he is a fellow Hull & Hull employee, and this kind of gossip should not fall into his hands.
One of the secretaries at work could barely walk today. She looked awful, and had tremendous back pain. The story we were told was that she tripped on the stairs and fell on her back. At the beginning of the day, she (25 years of age) introduced us to the picture of her new boyfriend (39-years-old with a 12-year-old son (yes, she is closer in age to the son)). She met him on Saturday. On her lunch break, she decided to take a nap for the hour instead of eating. On the subway on the way home, Caroline Foster (the other summer student) told me the true story as the secretary told it to her. The secretary got severe rug-burn all up her back while having sex with the new boyfriend on a towel on a beach in Ajax last night.
Trashtastic.
She said she didn't notice it happening. She was distracted by the fact that there are lots of people she knows in that area, and she was looking out to make sure none of them saw her.
Quote of the Day:
"I'm thirsty. Is there a bottle of water on that side of the room?"
-My mother