yesterday at work
Vignette :
i'm in the coffee / printer room. it's early. i'm making tea.
one of the cooler systems engineers is looking for a part to his turntable. i ask him to send me the spec. he says that since he couldn't find it on google, that it doesn't exist.
i mention that i know people with eclectic hobbies, who may have a lead for him. i'm thinking of the librarian who has more records than i have books.
someone else quips, well i know someone with erotic photographs... i turn around, stop making tea. my mouth opens and shuts. i end up saying ... we can play this game all day long if you want... i almost said, well, i'm in erotic photographs.
narrowly avoiding possible sexual harassment and over-sharing, i finish fixing tea, mark the whiteboard and tell the guy that if he's interested in finding the part for the turntable he should drop me a line.
i got proofs from the rest of the photo shoot yesterday. it's been on my mind. a little too much i guess.
Vignette :
it's late in the day at work. mom calls. she invites me to thanksgiving. i guess we aren't going to the heartland this year after all.
she tells me there is a catch to attending thanksgiving at her house. i have to come as a pilgrim or an indian. we reminisce about the halloween when i was 8 and i won 3rd prize in the parade for being a pilgrim. i loved that outfit.
i glance over at my altar on the desk. it's got a feather from the weekend. i tell her that i have feathers. she says, now all you need is the war paint. if my office mate wasn't there, i would have shut the door and told her about the war paint.
oh well. another time.
i'm in the coffee / printer room. it's early. i'm making tea.
one of the cooler systems engineers is looking for a part to his turntable. i ask him to send me the spec. he says that since he couldn't find it on google, that it doesn't exist.
i mention that i know people with eclectic hobbies, who may have a lead for him. i'm thinking of the librarian who has more records than i have books.
someone else quips, well i know someone with erotic photographs... i turn around, stop making tea. my mouth opens and shuts. i end up saying ... we can play this game all day long if you want... i almost said, well, i'm in erotic photographs.
narrowly avoiding possible sexual harassment and over-sharing, i finish fixing tea, mark the whiteboard and tell the guy that if he's interested in finding the part for the turntable he should drop me a line.
i got proofs from the rest of the photo shoot yesterday. it's been on my mind. a little too much i guess.
Vignette :
it's late in the day at work. mom calls. she invites me to thanksgiving. i guess we aren't going to the heartland this year after all.
she tells me there is a catch to attending thanksgiving at her house. i have to come as a pilgrim or an indian. we reminisce about the halloween when i was 8 and i won 3rd prize in the parade for being a pilgrim. i loved that outfit.
i glance over at my altar on the desk. it's got a feather from the weekend. i tell her that i have feathers. she says, now all you need is the war paint. if my office mate wasn't there, i would have shut the door and told her about the war paint.
oh well. another time.