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13 March I have a new nickname at work: Hedgehog. You see, since I'm in the far corner by the copier and the printer AND the fax machine, people are always by me, and I have taken to keeping my coat on the back of my chair, and since my coat is covered with zippers and velcro and things, if people get too close, it catches on their pantyhose and things, so David was saying how my coat was like a porcupine's spines, and I said no, that it's like a hedgehog's prickles--keeps people at a distance, but doesn't actually hurt them. That's me, prickly.
The other day I bought my very first pack of cigarettes since the "If they look under 27, card them" law came into effect, and I was HIDEOUSLY INSULTED not to be carded!
Yesterday, Diane came to me with about ten mistakes that I've made in the last few days, and I kept making her laugh, and I have realized the most important thing that I may ever realize in my life, and I want to pass this information on to you: When you're funny, you can get away with sloppy work.
I was playing airplane in the hallway, and Jim walked by and saw me. He's always thought I was a little dim, I'll bet he REALLY thinks I'm an asshole, now!
Don't forget, NEW PHOTOS on the photo page, darlings!
Sissi thinks I'm magical!
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