VP (peaking his head in the door): "You've had the chicken pox, right?" Me: "No, why?" VP: "Your boss went to the doctor this morning for a rash. Turns out she has chicken pox. She'll be back this afternoon to get some stuff from her office." Me: "Ohmygod. Is she contagious?" VP: "Yeah, but she's
He: "Did I tell you? One of my clients found Moose Drool on tap." Me: "In the city? Where?" He: "Don't know, but I'll find out." Me: "Excellent! Find out and you're moving up on my A-List." She: "Wait! He's on your A-List?" Me: "Yeah, he took care of the whole Hank Williams Jr. thing.
Starbucks is moving in down the street and I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's a step up for neighborhood hangouts. We don't have a decent coffee house in Albany Park. And, if it's a wireless Starbucks, then I can lug my laptop down there and work. On the
I never realize how big a geek I am until I talk to a group of people who aren't. Tonight I told a group of library students about RSS, aggregators, taxonomy and information architecture and I felt like I was speaking a different language. I even refuted the statement that blogs were cutting edge...I forgot
I received a (potentially) heart-stopping e-mail from my boss this morning: Subject: Blogs Body: Do you participate in any? how? why? It's not that any of the blogs I run are particularly salicious salacious, defamatory or overly personal. I don't use co-worker's names, I don't trash the company, and my venting is particularly mild. It's
She: "Did you bring toothpaste?" Me: "Yeah, in my overnight bag. It's Close-up." She (singing): "Get a closer...now don't be shy..." Me: "Stop! That is not the Close-up theme song!" She: "Oh. What is it?" Me: "Arid Extra Dry. I don't need to think about deo while I'm brushing my teeth." She: "Yeah, yeah. Okay.
Waitress: "You get a salad with that. What kind of dressing do you want?" Me: "French?" Waitress: "What?" Me: "How about Catalina?" Waitress: "Look, this is a diner." Me: "Okay, what do you have?" Waitress: "Italian, Russian, Western..." Me: "Western. The orange stuff." Waitress: "Oh, is that the same as French? Learn something new everyday."
She: "That meeting was five minutes late." Me: "It started five minutes late." She: "You could start without me." Me: "Then I'd cover ground twice." She: "What if I had production issues to attend to?" Me: "Did you have production issues?" She: "No." Me: "Then don't beat me up over production issues. If you had
She: "I watched a few more episodes last night." Me: "Me, too. You know they're up to season 6." She: "So Bartlet must've been reelected. Right? How long could this go on?" Me: "I guess it could go to 8 seasons." She: "How long is one term? How many terms can he run for?" Me:
This morning I endured a 14 minute safety video that came straight from 1981. Among the pearls of wisdom: Ergonomics. It's a new word in the workplace. Sweaty palms and electricity don't mix. They weren't called monitors back in the day. No, they were video display terminals. I want those 14 minutes back.
