Tales from the workcity
Getting to work this morning was treacherous in the extreme. The sidewalks are all slushy and slippery! Traction, you are my friend, but um, apparently I need even more of you. Fortunately I had tea innatravelmug this morning, which does actually fix everything. But only if it's the kind of travel mug that doesn't leak.
But my boss isn't in today because his tummy is still making funny noises and so I meandered in a little late and returned the laptop bag I borrowed from a coworker last night. This is coworker A, who has grey hair, wears plaid jackets and newsboy caps and always has those big, hipsteresque headphones and makes my day, invariably. A while ago he lent me his laptop bag and made some comment about how it was always just there if I needed it. I didn't think much about it until last night when I direly needed one and I stole his and left him a cookie and a note in apology. I figure they can't send you to jail if you leave a cookie, right? (Surely there's a White Collar something in that statement.) This morning I returned it trepidatiously and shamefacedly - not only had I taken it without asking, but I'd gotten it snowed on - and he laughed at me and told me I didn't even need to bribe him with a cookie, though he appreciated it.
Plus my office smells like ginger peach tea, because I left it in my mug last night. I should always sent my office in this fashion.
My tongue still hurts. I'm going to try and change my lunch diet and see if that helps. I got about 500 words or so last night, which is relatively unimpressive, but I DID get a conflict. So that was exciting. Also I came to the realisation that I firmly believe Alpha Males don't speak. They just grunt. UH. UNF. GRUNF. GRARG. UH. That is like Homer for the Alpha Male. Also I hung out with people at Argo, for to accomplish the wordses, and it was decidedly pleasant. Even if they all kept laughing at me because of my newly acquired EVERY SPEECH IMPEDIMENT EVER from tongue-owwy.
(Speaking of Homer, I have more on that to say later, but first I must go and get some work done.)
But my boss isn't in today because his tummy is still making funny noises and so I meandered in a little late and returned the laptop bag I borrowed from a coworker last night. This is coworker A, who has grey hair, wears plaid jackets and newsboy caps and always has those big, hipsteresque headphones and makes my day, invariably. A while ago he lent me his laptop bag and made some comment about how it was always just there if I needed it. I didn't think much about it until last night when I direly needed one and I stole his and left him a cookie and a note in apology. I figure they can't send you to jail if you leave a cookie, right? (Surely there's a White Collar something in that statement.) This morning I returned it trepidatiously and shamefacedly - not only had I taken it without asking, but I'd gotten it snowed on - and he laughed at me and told me I didn't even need to bribe him with a cookie, though he appreciated it.
Plus my office smells like ginger peach tea, because I left it in my mug last night. I should always sent my office in this fashion.
My tongue still hurts. I'm going to try and change my lunch diet and see if that helps. I got about 500 words or so last night, which is relatively unimpressive, but I DID get a conflict. So that was exciting. Also I came to the realisation that I firmly believe Alpha Males don't speak. They just grunt. UH. UNF. GRUNF. GRARG. UH. That is like Homer for the Alpha Male. Also I hung out with people at Argo, for to accomplish the wordses, and it was decidedly pleasant. Even if they all kept laughing at me because of my newly acquired EVERY SPEECH IMPEDIMENT EVER from tongue-owwy.
(Speaking of Homer, I have more on that to say later, but first I must go and get some work done.)