Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Community Living
I did a little bit of math this evening, and realized that I am now on my thirtieth, that's 3-0 (th) roommate. This includes anyone I have lived with for at least a month in the past five years. The more I live with other people the more I come to realize how few people there are whose idosyncracies I can live with. For example, current roommate: asked me to pour juice from 'her' (already partly full) jug into 'my' (new and clean) jug so that she can make juice in the morning. Yet she manages to ignore and not bother cleaning the icky brown streaks on the carpet where her (and I mean 100% her) cat has WIPED ITS ASS. Not that I'm bitter, just baffled.
I did a little bit of math this evening, and realized that I am now on my thirtieth, that's 3-0 (th) roommate. This includes anyone I have lived with for at least a month in the past five years. The more I live with other people the more I come to realize how few people there are whose idosyncracies I can live with. For example, current roommate: asked me to pour juice from 'her' (already partly full) jug into 'my' (new and clean) jug so that she can make juice in the morning. Yet she manages to ignore and not bother cleaning the icky brown streaks on the carpet where her (and I mean 100% her) cat has WIPED ITS ASS. Not that I'm bitter, just baffled.
Friday, September 03, 2004
Workplace Shenanigans
From the next office: "Emily! Is 'please RSVP' redundant?"
Me: "Yes."
FTNO: "Told you so! Ow. She's hitting me!"
Other voice FTNO: "He started it!"
FTNO: "Tell her to stop it."
This could be your minister. I love my job.
From the next office: "Emily! Is 'please RSVP' redundant?"
Me: "Yes."
FTNO: "Told you so! Ow. She's hitting me!"
Other voice FTNO: "He started it!"
FTNO: "Tell her to stop it."
This could be your minister. I love my job.
