Deep Thoughts Friday
August 3, 2007 | Deep Thoughts Friday
I h.a.t.e. tailgaters. Like the kind in the cars on the highway. Get the F off my ass, you total asshat idiot. If you hit me, although I’m not usually so quick to sue, I will sue your ugly ass and make your life a living hell. Your blatant disregard for the lives of me and my child creates in me a black hole of anger and hate. You don’t want a part of that. Let me assure you. And you know what else? If you cannot afford to replace your tail light on your Lincoln, perhaps you should have purchased a Malibu instead. The red tape? It’s not fooling anyone.
As I mentioned, I’m moving offices. I went from my own private, locked office to sharing one big office with three yet-to-arrive graduate students. I’m already disturbed by the constant stream of people coming in and out of the office, and this is before the undergraduate students (who will work with these three graduate students) arrive and will be floating in and out of the office. How am I to get work done? I’ve got the attention of a gnat to begin with and now my office will be a hub of activity. I should probably try to get as much done in the next three weeks as humanly possible. While still finding time to blog.
Considering the three grad students aren’t here yet, one of the secretarys has been charged with moving all of the files and CRAP from the two crowded offices they’re moving from, into this one… stacks and stacks of ancient, unsorted crap litter the room, and there’s not even remotely enough room to store everything. This all is extra super duper when I received an email yesterday that begins with this line: Due to the upcoming White House visit on Monday. What? Yes. That White House. Don’t ask. Just don’t — because most of us are completely ignorant as to the who, what and WHY. So now I have to … um … clean up this disaster instead of working. Let’s see…now I know I saw that can of lighter fluid yesterday…
But first, I’m going to use the bathroom in my office. Unfortunately, the doorknob is kind of hanging half in/half out of the door, so I’m a teensy bit afraid I may get stuck in the bathroom holding the knob. No, Carrisa, not that kind of knob. Really? I’m already known as the fire starter; I don’t need to move on up to the “one who locked herself in the bathroom and had to bang on the wall to have someone rescue her. And gee, can’t this place afford air freshener?”
I’ve been carrying this picture around with me when I run errands in case I ran into him. Yes, they’re in town for training, and they bunk, seriously, a few hundred yards from where I’m sitting. Jim is my husband’s favorite Giant, but unfortunately, he’s on injured reserve. I don’t know what exactly that means– he’s injured, but they haven’t fired him? Is he at training camp? Oh shoot. I just read more that he’s out for the season. Crap on a stick, the season hasn’t even started yet. DAMN. Well, now at least I can stop scanning the grocery store for him.
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August 3rd, 2007 at 12:04 pm, Kiraa Says:
Okay. Well.
I’m not asking about THE White House thing but I am.
Also, happy Friday!!
August 3rd, 2007 at 12:56 pm, Sallyacious Says:
Assuming that you’ll know more after the fact, can I ask about the White House Thing on Monday?
August 3rd, 2007 at 2:01 pm, Isabel Says:
So does Mr. Squirrel like this Jim guy? Because, hello, his neck is bigger then my thigh. He scares me.
(and I would imagine he’d stick out like a sore thumb at the grocery store, no?)
August 3rd, 2007 at 2:13 pm, Carrisa Says:
Why do you look at me when you say knob? You make it sound like I’m a dirty whore or something.
And good luck on the bathroom thing. I have the best possible work bathroom for pooping. I cannot complain.
Oh and Wallflowers from B&B Works are a must for the office and/or office bathroom.
August 3rd, 2007 at 2:26 pm, Abby Says:
Thanks for reminding me what I’m missing at the Nut Farm.
August 3rd, 2007 at 3:46 pm, Hilary Says:
Isabel’s comment was hilary-ous.
Football season, dear Lord, it’s right around the corner. I love college football. My husband loves college and NFL. Goodbye hubby, see ya next January.
August 4th, 2007 at 12:22 am, Heather B. Says:
Did you see my flickr photos? I have more…This guy on the plane next to me today was all “How’d you get those??” I was like, “Umm, you just go and watch.” He was rather fascinated that one can just walk within 30ft of Eli Manning and it’s just not that big of a deal.
I’m convinced that living where we live will only be cool until the end of August. After that I might have to move back to DC.
August 4th, 2007 at 1:33 pm, motherofbun Says:
Hey, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! (Sorry, I sort of forgot but then just remembered.)
Hope it turns out to be a wonderful year for you lady!
Oh and good luck on that whole grad student new office moving stuff. Gah. Having to share a space with other people? How do you have a phone conversation when THEY are also having a phone conversation? That could suck in a big, bad way. BUt I hope it doesn’t!!!!
August 4th, 2007 at 9:39 pm, AbsolutelyBananas Says:
You can’t just drop “white house” and then not SPILL the beans! It was great to meet you at BlogHer!
August 5th, 2007 at 9:16 am, SJ Says:
Ah, football season. Wait a second, it’s here ALREADY? Good Lord.
I hope your office sharing arrangment works out for the best, I know it’s tough! You can do it though
Have a great weekend.
August 6th, 2007 at 11:36 am, Rachel Says:
I have to agree with Absolutely Bananas! Football season started last month in the Crazy household! Chris coaches a middle school team and they practice 5 days a week and then college football will take over Satudays and NFL on Sundays and Mondays and, you see where this is going.
I love football! Go Memphis Tigers and Tennessee Titans.
Just not as much as my hubby does.
August 6th, 2007 at 11:49 am, Sallyacious Says:
So it’s Monday now.
I’m asking.
About the White House thing.
Did he wear crocs?
August 23rd, 2007 at 1:18 pm, Hollow Squirrel » Seriously? Says:
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