Wiggles?

They are a bit creepy but somehow I am digging the music. Our group at work has chosen The Wiggles as a team costume. We have two of each color. I borrowed this DVD from a lady at work who has a kid. I'm going to be the purple shirt one. He is Jeff, he is apparently narcoleptic, which makes for a weird subplot in a DVD for toddlers. Per the website, he loves sleeping and when he dreams he even dreams about sleeping. I think that is just an expression of a deeply buried death wish. But whatever.

hi

I haven't posted in a while. Been busy. So here's some pictures of stuff to look at instead of reading stuff.

Reviews

I've been at this job for ninety days. So my review is coming up any day now, and I have to come up with some shit. I could use some suggestions. I think I've got the weaknesses covered, but hey, if anything comes to mind, share away.

Strengths: purchased candy and put it out at her desk, so being a good sharer is a strength, right? other than that....... Doesn't steal. Doesn't drink at work. Has magic powers.

Weaknesses: shifty eyed. pensive. listens to NPR at her desk. scared of the copier.

Biggest accomplishment: made copies without crying. runner up: When that guy came in and asked about job openings but kept interrupting the conversation to mutter to himself about birds, encouraged him to apply and offered him an application, which he declined for many reasons, reasons that he whispered to the staircase as he left.

Lame lame lame. Not the crazy guy, he was awesome.

let's have a tea party!

Hey, guess what? My parents got a scanner. I used it this weekend.

Now it's tea party time! The picture on the left is me and two of my brothers, circa 1981. Below, you find my nephew and nieces having their own tea party around 1999-ish.

I had the tiny tupperware set, in gold and brown and all those awesome colors. I don't recall the circumstances, but I bet on this day I was ragging on my mom about wanting to have a tea party with my new dishes and she lured my brothers to participate and behave in a civilized, tea party-appropriate fashion with cookies, perhaps candy.

My nieces have 7 or 8 tea sets between them. Nephew didn't officially own one, but they all liked playing restaurant and stuff like that. Now they are all getting big, in the throes of elementary school and junior high for the boy. Sigh. Where does the time go?

Icky poo with the weather

I am not used to wearing my winter coat so I forget it when I go out to lunch. And tonight, I forgot it again. So tomorrow morning will suck, but it usually does. The weather is not fun. No no no.

But this morning, during my break, it didn't suck. I had cheese crackers and hot chocolate for breakfast, not health food but comfort food, and I looked at the snow outside. That was nice. Then it stopped snowing and that was way fucking better.

Worky work

There was a work party tonight. It was a pretty good time, but here I am, home at 9:30 and coherent enough to blog. Not that it requires so much coherence but you know what I mean. It was all right though; it's been a long time since I've hung out will collectors. They know how to party, kind of.

JB wanted to scam some extra drink tickets, but it wasn't gonna happen. So I hung out with my boss for a while, talked a little shop, played some darts (badly as usual), and sat and talked and listened and drank some more.

I am glad to be home at a reasonable time, in fact.

Hi!

How's everybody doing? Glad to hear it. Oh, go on with your bad self. You don't say.

Wouldn't it be cool to live in olden times?

I mean, like, way way way back? In pagan, pre-Roman England? Then you probably would know what all the henges were really about. Life expectancy was like 25 years or something, so you wouldn't have time to get bored. Those are the two main advantages that I can think of right now. Fucking Romans, ruined everything.

Hey, the sock thing

They eliminated the hosiery part of the dress code at work. A bit too late for sandal season, but still a triumph. They haven't announced it yet, which is weird. If someone bitches that so-and-so isn't wearing pantyhose, L in HR just tells them it is ok to do that now. There will probably be a posting at the end of the week. What I am wondering about is the guy who always wears Birks with socks. Will he bare his toesies? Let's all hope not.

L of HR (kinda) mourns the change, even though she knows it will result in fewer fashion travesties in the building . It was the easiest part of the dress code to enforce. You are either wearing socks or not. You could make a weak argument, try to say your legwarmers fit the qualification, but clearly they do not. And they certainly are not business casual! No sirree bob!

It's possible I lack the required disposition for my job. That's a whole 'nother post though.

Heroes on NBC

Who needs to watch more television? I hear ya, total waste of time. But this show is very good. So far, so good. It's worth watching til it inevitably the quality slips and it goes to shit like everything else.

The Sunday Rounddown

I have been coming up with little blog ideas then letting them go. So how about a random list of things that cross my mind? Oh, let's make that a short list.

-God, it's really fucking nice out today. What was the high? Eighty some damn degrees. Sunny. Warm, nay, hot when you're in the direct sun! I can't believe I'm even inside typing this! Christ! I also heard on the radio today that El Nino may cause a warmer than usual winter. Global warming, so tragic, so infuriating. But the fact that I might be able to put off fixing my car's heater a little bit longer provides me with some small consolation and I hope it does for you as well.

-So, heard about this Mark Foley guy? Republican Representative from Florida? Flirting online with a teenage boy who worked as a Congressional page? If you haven't heard about it, just forget I said anything, it's really creepy. This guy was part of the House committee on missing and exploited children. Oh, and some of his party mates have known of his proclivities for at least a year and didn't do anything about it. Nice.

-Ok, you know who John Krasinski from The Office is? Of course you do. He was on Late Night with Conan O'Brien a couple of weeks ago, but I just caught it. Did you know NBC replays Conan episodes a week after the first showing, but at 3 a.m.? Now you do know this, if you didn't know it previously. Well, John Krasinski's hair looked funny. Like my brother Chuck's senior yearbook picture from 1987. Only slightly less feathered.

-Here are some things I like about my job: professional atmosphere is sometimes welcome, not as weird as I thought it would be; boss gives clear expectations, feedback, respect; a good mix of routine and change, solitude and teamwork, for my personality; dress code gives me an excuse to buy new clothes (someday).

-I should tell you, I enjoy all of your blogs. I mean, at least most of your blogs, the ones I know about. I'm sorry I don't comment more, but I'm there reading on the regular. Blogs are weird weird things. Sometimes I think this will be like having a pet rock 30 years from now, only more like a pet rock that documents some of the poor choices and half assed opinions of my mid to late 20s.