Wednesday, July 25, 2007

With any luck, it'll be days before she can get to the shredder

My BFF [haha, I love using that term because I hate it. Please don’t ask me to explain that] [OMG, we’re TOTALLY bff!] Hils a/k/a HMC has been trying all morning to use the shredder at her work. She keeps giving me updates, to my amusement.

On her 10 or so unsuccessful trips to the workroom, here are some of the obstacles in her path, in her words:
  • someone's using it.
  • or started the process of emptying it and left the container sitting outside.
  • or is standing in front of it sorting their stuff for the copier.
  • or is sitting in front of it to use one of the typewriters.
According to her, “it's getting very annoying.” According to me, the more times it happens, the funnier it gets as a story. She just came back after yet another unsuccessful trip to the shredder and asked, “shouldn't these people be at lunch?” But see, if they were, then she’d be able to get her shredding done, and I wouldn’t be able to laugh about it. Karma is rewarding me for something. Punishing her, but rewarding me. That makes me happy. That’s the kind of relationship we have. That’s the kind of relationship I have with all of my closest friends. We laugh at our minor problems. And then we talk about things like the correct way to spell “pell-mell.”

Of course, we never make fun of each other on topics that we are actually sensitive about, unless it’s completely ridiculous. Hils can’t get to the shredder? I’ll be mocking her frustration. But if she’s stressed about finals, or about finding an apartment, that’s something I’ll only be supportive about. Likewise, if I am having job problems, she’ll support me. But the fact that I use the word “dude” frequently, the fact that once in college, I ate so much peanut butter that my half of my face swelled up? Fair game.

[That’s probably why I like reading reading Ems’ blog and hearing from her so much. She’s so sweet and encouraging, yet she is not afraid to snicker at my problems. But she’s not mean.]

I guess the moral of this story is, if you're my friend, that means you've figured out what problems I have that I’m not sensitive about (hint: is it something that I have already made fun of myself for?). . . and you make fun of me for them. And you remember that turnabout is fair play. And then happily have conversations with me about the correct pronunciation of the word we just made up.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Dear Yoga Booty Ballet video, re: "funky"

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Wishing for Working from Not-Home

My boss is pretty flexible and sometimes lets me work from home even though that’s not an option given to most people in the office (most other bosses don’t like the work from home thing). I usually get a lot done when I work from home because I am uber-productive in my jammies. But I think I could be even more productive if I was working from somewhere else entirely. The beach, for example. Or not even actually at the beach–the sand would probably get in the way. I would be happy to work from a room from which I could smell and hear the ocean. It doesn’t even have to be the beach. I just want to go to some place on a visit and get to work from there during the day but do fun stuff at night, so it’s sort of like a vacation, but I don’t have to take any vacation time. And I don’t have to try to do my hair.

I’m thinking the odds of this happening are somewhere between laughable and fired-for-even-asking. But that doesn’t stop me from dreaming about it.

BTW, I apologize for the still infrequent posting lately. I don’t know why I’m so tired lately, but I just can’t seem to do anything that involves thinking, and considering that’s pretty much all that my job entails, I have to use all my energy on that. I have considered posting “to do” lists for the sake of having something recent posted, but that just seems silly. Then again, maybe that way I’d actually remember to do the things I write down.

Also, does anyone know how to get rid of gnats? We seem to be having a problem with them in our kitchen. It’s not so much that we have a lot of them, we just seem to always have one or two. We keep everything sealed and always wash our dishes and wipe down counters, so we can’t figure out where they’re coming from or how to get rid of them. We’re getting tired of having to cover everything, and I mean everything–I can’t even leave a slice of bread on a plate while making a sandwich, I have to cover it with a paper towel or something to keep it gnat-free while I scoop the peanut butter out of the jar. Last night one had the effrontery to fly directly into the bag of bread while I was making my lunch for today, so rr and I felt compelled to throw out the whole loaf. This was after I dropped my dinner on the floor. It was not a good night for me, food-wise.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

It's the brain drain. My brain is draining.

I haven’t blogged in a while because all of my brain power has been occupied by work. It doesn’t help that I feel as though my brain is on standby mode, and I can’t figure out how to get it to come back on. I’ve tried to write something several times, but I got nothing.

Well, I do have something, but I’m working on it at home, so for now, nothing.

Let’s see. Think, think, think, as Pooh would say. Think, think, think. Thiiiink, think, think.

Still nothing.

Oh! We bought a new vacuum. Eureka Optima. It’s very light for a vacuum and fairly effective. Emptying the cannister and cleaning the filter, though, is a-noooooy-ing. We also bought a compact carpet cleaner, but the verdict is still out on that one. It does seem to be getting the carpet clean, but I’m not sure it’s having much effect on the spots we’re trying to remove. And it’s a compact cleaner, so it only cleans the carpet one small circle at a time. So we’ve got spot, surrounded by circle of clean, surrounded by dirty carpet. Attractive! So helpful for notifying the landlord that yes, that stain was not there when we moved in!

Um, what else. I’m in the market for a (very inexpensive yet not a piece of junk) new car. My parents are making me go test drive cars, which I guess is a good thing, but it kind of annoys me. I don’t want to drive around with a salesman. It will be an uncomfortable experience, literally, because I’ll have to bite my tongue the whole time to keep from saying, “could you please not say another word for the rest of the drive but make it seem like a natural silence.” I’ll have to be all polite and semi-friendly because it’s not the salesman’s fault that I don’t want him there.

So that’s all that’s going on with me. Stimulating reading, no?

Sunday, July 01, 2007

What's next? Attacking Slip n' Slides?

As part of my job, I have to review recent decisions from a number of different courts in certain areas of the law. In reading case updates, I came across this case, which stated the facts of the case thusly:
The Lanana Creek Trail is a community trail open to the public for walking and cycling. Part of the trail crosses SFA’s campus, and the university has granted an easement to the City of Nacogdoches for this use. Diane Flynn was riding her bike on the trail, crossing the SFA campus, when she was hit by a stream of water from an oscillating sprinkler. The force of the water knocked her off her bike, causing her injury. The sprinkler was part of an in-ground irrigation system on SFA’s campus, and this particular sprinkler head was on SFA’s shot-put field about four feet from the trail.

What kind of freaky sprinklers do they have down there?