Mar 30, 2004 11:57
I like when (somewhat..?) intellectual conversations spawn from my entries, especially when the subject of my entry is "i like cheese" or something similar (I typed "silimar"...) to that. (.. when I spell-checked, it didn't say "silimar" was not a word. wtf yo)
It is almost April. teh joy down in me haato! Guy (Adam) has to get surgery (GOD I typed "surgey") on... sometime.. and he'll be out of the office for like all or most of April. I'm like "wow" because that means it's going to be just me and teh pa and it might get a little hectic.
That's why they hired me, though, because of his surgery and extensive absence after it.
I'm supposed to enter this thing in the database but it was faxed over and our fax machine has no ink and so I'm like "f..warfles... inter...stmick.. 15..20..90...230..2031.23578295235" you know? I bet you do. I bet you know so well. And you are like. "yes. i know." and I am like "good for you."
*blank stare for ten minutes into nothingness*
Stared reading mini-dictionary. "a-breast" means "side-by-side". I, immaturely, thought that was amusing.
job,
random,
amusement