Wednesday, January 29, 2003
you would think that if the insipid day job doesn't matter, dumb things about it would cease to bug you. but i fully admit i am bugged by the guy from marketing who comes over and talks to the man in the tiny cubicle *next* to mine but stands in the airspace of *my* cubicle so that i have to listen to him swear in that annoying officeguy way. this is a rule: if you use the word "fuck," you can't also use the words "functionality," "bandwidth," or the phrase, "let's take this offline."
we're in a new building. the coffee sucks now. and the new mug they gave me is a dribble mug. the only good news? there's a conference room called, "Paris." just this morning an email went out saying, "How do i get to Paris?" I wanted very badly to say, "practice."
oh, monkey. you lost your hat at the airport. the black one that was so new york and also irish terrorist. and then you went and bought a new one i've never seen. what am i supposed to do with this, your wearing a reportedly red-and-yellow hat all the way across the country? i can't stand that my mental picture of you schlepping uptown is wrong because of this uncharacteristically seussical hat you've bought. (what else has changed? in thirty-six hours you became someone who wears a thirty-dollar red and yellow hat. you probably put milk in your coffee now, too, or some other perfidy.) what's worse, while i'm sure that in your magical city every day brings an ice rainbow and the streets are paved with cheese, here every single thing is the same except you're gone.
that, and the office coffee now sucks.
we're in a new building. the coffee sucks now. and the new mug they gave me is a dribble mug. the only good news? there's a conference room called, "Paris." just this morning an email went out saying, "How do i get to Paris?" I wanted very badly to say, "practice."
oh, monkey. you lost your hat at the airport. the black one that was so new york and also irish terrorist. and then you went and bought a new one i've never seen. what am i supposed to do with this, your wearing a reportedly red-and-yellow hat all the way across the country? i can't stand that my mental picture of you schlepping uptown is wrong because of this uncharacteristically seussical hat you've bought. (what else has changed? in thirty-six hours you became someone who wears a thirty-dollar red and yellow hat. you probably put milk in your coffee now, too, or some other perfidy.) what's worse, while i'm sure that in your magical city every day brings an ice rainbow and the streets are paved with cheese, here every single thing is the same except you're gone.
that, and the office coffee now sucks.
