What's that cup doing there?

One day last week I went to the office bathroom and noticed that a big plastic Taco Bell cup was sitting on the toilet paper dispenser in one of the stalls. No lid, appeared to be empty. The sight seemed odd at first, but then it occurred to me that someone had probably brought it in with them to use as a tabo.

Yes, I have heard of the tabo. It's not something I use, but it's not a foreign concept to me either. Thing is, this is the first time I've seen that at the office, and quite a few Filipinas have worked here over the years (I'm only part, so I'm not counting myself).

...It just hit me that I've been with this company in one form or another for nearly ten years. That frightens me a bit.

I'm Nuts, Chapter 25

It had been raining on and off today, and this afternoon I started seeing flashes every now and again out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was lightning, but the light of the flash didn't seem quite right, and I hadn't heard any thunder. I started freaking out, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me. A few minutes later, I realized that one of my coworkers was taking pictures of the water damage that remained from last Friday's storm. The flashes that I had been seeing were coming from his camera. :P

three-day weekends never come soon enough

So...Friday before Labor Day. People who come into work today generally "mail it in", or something, but seriously, I feel like I've been mailing it in all week. :P Dude. I've had the urge to get out of here, and I've been going outside for a walk (or just to stand/sit in the shade because it's been so freaking hot) more often than usual to try to quell the urge a bit, but I'm not entirely sure why it's there in the first place. It's not like I'm even going anywhere this weekend. But no matter, the day is over now, so the weekend begins. Yaaay.

meeting notes

We had a meeting at work today. I had to do a presentation with someone else, which went surprisingly well, but after that my brain went into this half-sleeping half-rambling mode, which, sadly, is what normally happens during these meetings. The main reason for this is because a high majority of what gets discussed doesn't apply to me, so I just zone out. For example, during a meeting the other month I was sitting next to one of my friends and I wrote the following in my notebook as a way of communicating with him:

My aunt Julie was at the Police concert. She called our house, and all we could hear was the music and her going 'woo!'

I accidentally ate a whole chili pepper at lunch. It was NOT FUN. Kristin said my face was almost purple at one point.

I'm terrible.

Maybe I should take some more time off.

Fake vacation has come and gone. Between then and now, I've been trying to get used to being back at work. I'm not used to it yet. I'm still not caught up. There's also drama going on that I'd rather not discuss. :P I would have loved to have voiced my thoughts on the whole baseball-steroids-Selig-Bonds-Aaron-etc. ordeal as well as why I have a hard time taking some Dodgers fans seriously, but the appropriate moment passed some time ago. Plus Jason Whitlock said things better than I could regarding that first point. Anyway, I'm back here now and I'll be writing more. Yay?

Don't trust me around liquid.

I'm a bit of a klutz when it comes to just about anything. About an hour ago I took the first sip out of a bottle of orange drink, and a drop and a half of it fell onto my pink v-neck t-shirt that passes for business casual in my mind. I decided to wash it out, small as it was, but the water kind of got all over the place. So instead of the possibility of a faint orange stain on a shirt that's old enough to be replaced, hi, I'm here at work and I'm half wet. ...It's still wet, kind of. Bleh. But thank goodness I don't have, you know, clients or anything...and that I'm not wearing white. But that's rare anyway. I only wear white when a) I know I'm going to be outside on a hot day, or b) I literally have nothing else.

welcome to the toilet

Hello, and welcome. I decided to start up my own general blog even though it's been a few years since I last did this regularly. Lately I've been reading the blogs of other people, and I've missed writing about everything and nothing. I begin with something I was reminded of after reading this open letter. While I also come across what's mentioned in said letter from time to time, this issue is a bit different. At my job, the toilet in one of the stalls is one of those low-flow toilets, but the angle of the bowl is such that some objects don't move enough, or at all, after the initial flush. I end up either flushing multiple times or holding the handle down after I flush to rise the water enough that it un-sticks the paper from the side of the bowl. This is all bad, because it completely defeats the purpose of having a low-flow toilet; however, the alternative isn't very attractive. Oh well, what are you gonna do?