Shut yo’ mouth!

Pretty sure this man was my bus driver this afternoon.

Been doing some reading

I read this the other day (kinda goes along with a previous post):

“…I believe that spirituality and science are different but complementary investigative approaches with the same greater goal, of seeking the truth. In this, there is much each may learn from the other, and together they may contribute to expanding the horizon of human knowledge and wisdom.”

-The Dalai Lama

Dear Mr. Lincoln,

Yours sincerely,

Kim

Yeah, I know…

I’m currently watching Coldplay on Austin City Limits, and while I know certain of my friends will probably either groan or laugh at me for this (specifically one bearded individual), I had forgotten how much I enjoy them. And now I think I’ll go listen to them some more.

Please allow me a moment…

…to vent.

I know I shouldn’t write about work. I know it’s wrong. I know some people have gotten in trouble for it in the past. But I don’t care. I’m gonna do it anyway.

I have this co-worker. She bugs me. She likes to tell stories about unimportant events in her everyday life, and she likes to get lots of sympathy.

So I came in today after being sick with the flu for three days, and after having the obligatory conversation about how, yes, I’m carrying lots of germs and, no, I didn’t touch the door and, yes, you can spray down the office with Lysol after I leave, I started to walk away toward my office when she says, “I’m tired. I fell asleep for two and a half hours last night.” Then she proceeds to tell me, as I’m trying to look at least a little interested and trying NOT to look like I’m exhausted from having to climb three flights of stairs because the elevator’s broken or like I’m becoming increasingly pale and lightheaded with each minute I’m forced to continue standing, a long story about how, after her two and a half hour nap, she couldn’t get back to sleep, and that’s why she’s tired. (This story, of course, included a long explanation of all the things she tried to do to get back to sleep.)

I’m sorry, but at what point do you think a story about how you didn’t sleep well last night is going to garner much sympathy from someone who’s had THE FLU for three days?

Also, I know those DayQuil/NyQuil pills are all smooth and aerodynamically shaped so they’ll be easy to swallow, but Holy Living Fuck, those things are huge.

Bringing back the dead

My boss: after suggesting that administrators from a couple local schools be invited to a key note address and reception at an upcoming conference, “Who else?”

Someone else’s boss: “We should invite Ann Richards.”

My boss: staring, “. . .”

Someone else’s boss: “The school, not the person!”

Heard from the confines of my office

Co-worker with a broken foot: “Yeah, I really started off the new year on the wrong foot.”

(Groan.)