So, I was sitting at my desk in what was formerly the conference room, and Dr. Bigshot came in and sort of looked around in disgust, because now Systems is using the room in order to re-build computers, and he said:

"So, I guess this is a junk room now."
And I said, "Umm, and three people work in here."
And he looked at me and Michelle, clearly working, and said, his voice dripping with derision, "Who?"
And I said, "Well, me and Michelle and Judith!"
And he looked straight in my eyes and said, "So, what is your purpose?"
And I said, "???"
And he said, "No, really, what do you people do?"
And I said, "I'm in AP and they're in Billing."

And he sort of sniffed and walked out.

Of course, the piece of resistance was when I went to the front desk and told the story to John and Kelly and Anty. and they were just agog, and just when I got to the part where I said in a loud clear voice:

"And then he said 'So, what is your purpose?'"
Who comes sailing around the corner but Dr. Bigshot!
And I ran off and hid.

Guess I'll be avoiding him for the next few days!

Some of these on-line journals that I'm slogging through are written by teenagers, and my God, the angst and agony is so raw and palpable that I feel as though I'm in a time machine. I want to write to them and say "You can live through this; people do survive adolescence, I'm living proof of that", but I'm afraid they'd think I was making fun of them.

Now, some of them, like Lila's Lemons, are really good and well written and all, but others are just dreadful, and I just feel so sorry for them, because of course, I kept journals when I was in high school, and I wrote some really idiotic things in them that I just cringe when I read today.

But I was the only one who read them. I didn't put them on the web for all eyes to see. A few years down the line, some of these kids will be in agony with the embarrassment of it all...

It always amazes me when I go to McDonald's for breakfast, to hear people ordering coffee. When the counter girl asks "How many sugars?", they always say 4 or 6 or 8 or something.

What are these people? Ants?

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