What I plan on doing with my extra weekend time.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Flex-- Feel the Burn!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Oh. My. God.
Seriously. Work's not usually as Dilbert-ish as I make it sound like, but HR has taken it upon themselves to make everyone be bestest best friends. Fowevuh.
In order to have this special bonding moment (or MONTH), we’ll be having the OFFICE OLYMPICS.
Monday: Water cooler race (do you think they mean chugging races?)
Projected winner: The Lobbyists and top execs have this one in the bag.
Wednesday: Office Walk Marathon.
Projected winner: Everyone’s a winner on this one. Getting paid to walk around and talk to your friends for as long as you possibly can? Maybe this company bonding thing isn’t as bad as I originally thought…
Thursday: Wastepaper basketball.
Projected losers: Cleaning staff.
Friday: CD Discus throw.
Projected losers: The Cds. And anything they happen to smash up against. And people who are standing too close and get blinded by the shards of disk that fly into their eyes. Do you think they’ll get a good settlement out of that?
Projected winner: The blind person.
But wait! –There’s more.
Projected winner/loser: Whoever manages to get HORSES up the ELEVATOR.
Tuesday: Toilet paper bowling.
Projected loser: Whoever gets stranded on the toilet staying late at the office.
Wednesday: Pencil javelin throw.
Projected winner: Legal team. They’re gonna be really busy with all of these blindness lawsuits.
Thursday: Synchronized. Chair. Dancing.
Projected loser: The Interns. Being the slave of your department automatically gets you entered into this event-to-end all events. I pointed out that it’s hard to be synchronized with only one person, and everyone suddenly got very busy and had to go. Huh.
Friday: Closing Ceremonies.
Finally.
I wonder how much I’m going to get paid for these shenanigans.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Week 4: Fingers Crossed for More Cake
The best one? A jellyfish. Awesome.
Friday, July 25, 2008
I Swear I Wasn't on Drugs...
A Three Hour Tour
205 is some guy from California.
230 is Myrick, but when we go in there, the intern's like, "Well, she's not a Democrat, so I don't think this is it. Plus, our tour is at 9:30."
We go on the tour, which took FOREVER. The tour itself was probably about half an hour, tops, but we had to go through 2 different security checkpoints, and the lines were ridiculous. We saw the original center of DC, where Washington was meant to be buried (he didn't change his will in time so he's in Mt. Vernon), the Old Supreme Court room, the old House gallery and the plaques where John Adams and Abraham Lincoln sat, and finally we went into the House Gallery and looked at the surprisingly tiny room where they vote and hold the State of the Union.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
I Wish Someone Would Take This Away From Me
I only wish the "Mexican" "food" in Lex looked so good.
You know why today is a great day?
I did something.
I scanned.
One page.
Look at me, earning my money!
Chop't and Other Assorted Adventures
Julia and I met up after work last night to hang out and go to dinner. Sweet, right?
Well, she gets off of work like an hour and a half later than me (I start an hour and a half earlier; it's not like I'm a lazy bum), so I had some time to kill. Weird. Again, I had nothing to do.
Is anyone else starting to see a pattern?
I decide to walk to the White House, and since I'm ON Pennsylvania Ave, one would have thought that there would be no way I could get lost. Remember, folks: This is ME we're talking about.
The getting lost wasn't particularly memorable, other than the part where I ALMOST DIED.
I was on my phone, talking about something dumb, probably, while standing on a street corner with a katrillion tourists. Including a very confusing 8-year-old girl dressed head-to-toe in camo. I didn't even know that was possible. Anyways, the light was red, and the walk signal was that weird red hand thing, so I just kept standing and talking and trying not to stare at the baby Rambo right next to me.
I notice the light change, so I start walking across the street, still talking, and all these cars are turning right in front of me. I'm getting pissed, I mean HELLO?? Pedestrians' rights??
And then I look up to yell at the guy who was THIS CLOSE to me, and I realize that the light may have changed, but the walk signal didn't.
Whoops. The good news is that I didn't actually die. Phew!