I’m not a strong conversationalist. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m particularly bad with strangers (by the way, I classify anyone who I have not known and spoken to every day for at least five years as a stranger). This leads to some fabulously awkward encounters, particularly when I’m a co-host of an event and trying
And now for some reader mail (and also questions randomly thrown at me by people I know, but who refuse to send these questions to my email). Why don’t you write more consistently? I’m lazy. Also, I’m not allowed to write about work (day job has a specific policy, and I choose not to write
Random Thought #1 Have you ever nearly taken out office-mates in a mad dash to see who could get the last ½ of a bagel that has been sitting in a box for 4 hours? There is something about free food, even leftovers, that makes individuals act like they’ve been stranded on an abandoned island
My birthday is tomorrow. I will be “old as ass”. So, on this night before I turn “old as ass”, I’ve curled up in the darkness to reflect upon my life with the ferocity usually reserved for New Year’s Eve. Naturally, my immediate thoughts return to my recent trip to New York—specifically, the final day.
Lest you believe that all I ever do is complain, I will now create an upside/downside list of my experiences thus far to bring some balance to the equation: Upside: TCA officer named Casey checked my boarding pass today. I should mention that Casey was very, very attractive. So if you are reading this Casey
I am sitting in the departure lounge thinking profound thoughts like: How often is the freeway closed at 4:30 in the morning? Wondering why I brought along a curling iron, and why it seemed lethal this morning? Upgrading my ticket might have been easier had all my ff miles not expired (probably yesterday). Is wondering
I lost a bet. No, not the one with God that has resulted in the life I’m currently leading. It started when I recklessly tried to employ irony, and ended when I foolishly agreed to go clubbing with LD. No, I’m not kidding. I’m now contractually obligated to go clubbing. And no, “clubbing” is not
In the run up to our team building exercises next week, we’re supposed to come up with a “fun fact” that our co-workers might not know to help break the ice during our first set of meetings. I’m pretty sure this is after the office furniture tower and before the trust fall. I have no
This was simply too amusing not to share. From my friend D, we have a true representation of what next week will bring (only add snow and more bitterness):