Last night I stayed at work until 10p waiting for an airline ticket to be delivered, as one of the doctors is going to Boston today. I finally gave up and went home, and when I got in this morning and saw the doctor I said "PLEASE tell me that you got your airline ticket yesterday" and he said "Why yes, I did! Lidia intercepted it, and I told her to call John and tell him that it had come! O God, you didn't stay too late, did you?" and I said "John leaves early on Wednesdays..."

I can't STAND Lidia!

So, last night I was going home at around 11p or so and decided to stop off at The Purity and get something to go. I walked in and said to the waiter "I'd like one hard boiled egg with sausage and potatoes and white toast" which is what I always get, and the waiter gets this look on his face like I'd just stumbled in, frothing at the mouth and demanding fried baby mice ontoast, and he says "Just a second" and runs off.

He comes back in a minute or two and says gently, as though I were a defective child "Most people,when they order eggs with sausage and potatoes, want scrambled or maybe fried, but not hard boiled. We don't serve hard boiled." I was somewhat nonplussed, as I have been ordering and receiving hard boiled eggs from this diner for eight and a half years, and said "But I've been getting hard boiled eggs here for nine years!", as though that extra six months would really make the difference.

The waiter looked kindly and sorrowfully at me, no doubt thinking "The poor muddled thing", and said "Just a second" and left again. He returned and said that the other guy would help me "as soon as he gets off the phone", and I looked and saw that said other guy was clearly in the middle of a long conversation and I'd be lucky to get my hard boiled egg by the millennium so I stomped out in high dudgeon.

And the moral of this story is: The overnight shift at Purity are a bunch of morons.
Not a real high-minded moral, but what do you expect? This is a story about an egg!

As of yesterday the president of my company, has been in the office. She is a terrifying woman. Not because she is mean by any stretch of the imagination, but because she is very powerful and precise and it just radiates off of her. Also, she is very tiny and exquisite and well-dressed, and I just feel like this huge enormous clumsy lump next to her and I end up stuttering and talking too much.

The political season is upon us, and I haven't the foggiest who's running for the Senate in New York. I am, however, extremely knowledgable on who's running for the Senate in New Jersey, Dick Zimmer and "Liberal" Bob Toricelli, as they have commercials on approximately once every six seconds. And New Jersey politics is a thing of beauty and a joy forever, as it consists entirely of convincing the electorate that the opposition eats babies at every meal.

I can't wait 'till 5 November...

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