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Eileen's Blog...  Alright kittens, Kev and I have 3 thoughts/questions to share with the group after our Halloween excursion last night. 1. Kev: “You know who I feel bad for on Halloween? Prostitutes.” Leen: “WTF????!!” Kev: “Think about it! No one can tell them apart from all the women who dress trampily tonight. Business must plummet.” Leen: “Never thought about it, but you’re right! I bet they don’t even try anymore and just take the night off and are in their apartments watching Pretty Woman and praying for Richard Gere.” 2. Kev (after a night of shimmying in Leen’s 4” Ferragamo heels): “I would love to see the ER stats of male ankle injuries or just high heel related injuries in guys on Halloween Leen (nursing a foot injury from a guy who went careening into her in his pumps while trying to dance to “Crazy In Love” last night): HAHAH all the sprains - and no dude's gonna admit it - "its a sports injury, I swear!" Who’s going to admit “Yeah, I couldn’t handle the Louboutin pumps – I think its kitten heels for me from now on…”?? 3. Halloween creates the opportunities for the strangest conversations last year. For example, I tried to be a wing(wo)man for Kev last night and started chatting to a guy dressed like a soldier. Following conversation ensued today: Leen: The whole train ride in this morning I had the mental image of the soldier asking me who my friends were at the party and saying "oh, Beyonce (Dave) and the Cambodian Prostitute (Kev)", and pointing at you guys - where you were humping the wall. He just FROZE and then he ran - it was hysterical. But I'm not sure I want that kind of soldier in my army – who flees at the first sign of drag queens. Kev: I think Dave and I were very approachable. He was just jealous cause he can't work it in heels. Leen: You guys weren’t just approachable, you were unavoidable - with Dave flinging his wig and you shimmying in the middle of the floor Thoughts? How were your Halloweens? Oh. My. GOD ducklings, Have I got a story for you. And I’m not making this up – Rachael can vouch for me. Most of you know of my long standing affection for Genesis, and in particular, Phil Collins (holla!). In fact, several of you witnessed my reaction to learning that (my old roommate) Rachael had managed to obtain 2 tickets to a Genesis concert by virtue of being part of their fan club, of which she offered me the second. Someone used the phrase “bug-eyed squirrel on 6 cans of Red Bull” to describe my face. Eversomuch thanks for that one. Anyhoo. Last night, concert night. Rachael and I get to the stadium to find that all of the original Genesis fans from the late 70s/early 80s have *also* decided to attend this concert. And in honor of the festive occasion, many of these dedicated men and women were wearing the clothes they wore when they first heard “Follow You, Follow Me” in 1978, regardless of whether they still fit or should have been thrown out 30 pounds and 2 acid washings ago. And in stunning attention to detail, many of them had clearly maintained the hairstyles from that time period as well. Mullets, feathered bangs, and blond dye jobs with dark roots a-go-go – and that was just the men. Despite the glories of fashion on display, Rachael and I got to our seats. I even managed to purchase a tee shirt and a Miller Lite. And the show started, cue hypnotic light show, Phil’s on the drums and all’s right with the world. And then… Phil launched into “Hold On My Heart”. For those of you unfamiliar with the goodness that is this song, it’s a slow, sad ballad. The kind of song where, if I was a naturally quiet, pensive person, I might actually start brooding. Instead, Rachael and I amused ourselves by looking around us to see the couples who were taking this far too seriously and mocking them. And that’s when we noticed, in the row in front of us, a disturbance was starting. One of the 80s-Era Genesis fans – who was either totally smashed or had a touch of the Downs – or both – kicked the woman in front of her with her cork-wedge heel. Woman turns around and is disproportionally angry, starts doing angry finger pointing. Woman #1 (we’ll call her Drunk’N’Slow) involves her husband, a large meaty gentleman with a red face, a sweaty forehead and an anger management problem, and both start yelling at woman #2 (we’ll call her Brassy McRootsAreShowing). Exchange quiets for a moment and Drunk’N’Slow’s husband goes to buy her another white zinfandel. Drunk’N’Slow, clearly feeling courageous, starts nudging Brassy McRootsAreShowing every time she turns and faces forward, where Phil is still crooning about the hold on his heaaaart (sigh.) Brassy’s had enough at this point, stands up in her sock-ed feet (she’s had her shoes off for the whole concert), and starts SCREAMING at Drunk’n’Slow. Finger pointing, “I’m gonna f*cking KILL you”, whole-seating-section-shifts-uncomfortab Eileen: Who gets in a fight at a Genesis concert while Phil’s singing “Hold On My Heart”?! Let me amend that. Who gets arrested?! Guy In Yankee’s Shirt Behind Us: I’m torn. I want to watch the concert but this is riveting! I don’t know where to look! Rachael: I just don’t want to get hurt. My ankles are in harm’s way. At this point, hypothetical bets were taken as to who would win the fight. Brassy wins, as she’s deranged and Drunk’N’Slow is, well, drunk and slow. Brassy gets up at this point for a smoke to calm her nerves. DOESN’T BOTHER TO PUT HER SHOES ON for the walk through the Meadowlands. Eileen: “Doesn’t she know that this is a football stadium?! That the ground is soaked with beer and urine and the tears of Jets fans?!” Rachael: If Drunk’N’Slow throws Brassy’s shoes over the mezzanine while she’s outside smoking, the cease-fire’s over. Prepare to run. Thankfully no further incidents occurred, even though Drunk’N’Slow, her meaty husband (made even sweatier by the climb up the stairs for the white zin) and their friends were clearly plotting vengeance. Had to share this little episode tho. All Hail Phil Collins! --Doyle: My love for this story, in addition to it being very well written, is that this beef occurred on the first song of the evening. As someone who is no stranger to drunk'n'slow, even I am amazed by the ability to get so wasted to feel the need to fight a random stranger within the first 3 minutes of the set. Kudos to Jersey for once again meeting expectations, nothing exceeds like excess. White zin is a helluva cocktail. --Leen: I didn’t even know that the Meadowlands served a beverage that disguised itself as white zin. This frightens me, and have been having mental images of 2 jets fans, in full regalia and face paint, daintily sipping on it while golfing clapping on the few occasions the jets accidentally manage to do something correct. It also explains a lot about why my jets suck, if this is their drink of choice. And hey, who hasn’t been Drunk’N’Slow? In fact, most of our section was on her side of the dispute until she kept nudging Brassy. Then you could see people around you thinking “Well, I felt bad for her at first. But she’s gotten to that point of drunkenness where she thinks she could beat up Chuck Norris. NOBODY beats Norris. Er, where was I? Oh yes. She’s gotten annoying now. She should be stopped. But her shoes are fierce.” Viva la Genesis fans. --Doyle: Sadly, I would put money on their being at least one person during this altercation who indeed engaged in your thought process about Norris, and that person was probably drinking white zin. That's some head-exploding philosophy right there. --Leen: So is there Chuck Norris without white zin, or white zin without Chuck Norris? Suck on THAT, Kant! Its almost too much to comprehend on a Friday morning. Then again, my current lack of mental agility could be due to inhaled Aquanet fumes. --Jason: Leen, it was believable until you claimed that there was a Genesis fan club. Busted! Don't try and pull one over on us, jerk. --Leen: Would you prefer the national or international headquarters, a$$wipe? http://www.genesis-news.com/ http://www.genesis-music.com/ You’re just bitter because Chuck Norris auditioned for Genesis front man and was beaten by Phil. Chuck then went to roundhouse kick Phil and was instead lured into a trace by Phil’s hypnotic vocals. --Jason: That could not possibly happen for the following reasons: 1) gen·e·sis- noun- an origin, creation, or beginning. Chuck Norris doesn't create lives, he ends them. 2) phil collins and hypnotic cannot be used in the same sentence. The word is hysterical, which you surely must have been to enjoy that experience. --Rachael: If you want I can pass on the newsletter, so that you may have the privilege of buying yourself a Genesis tee shirt. **3 days later. Jason still bitter and attempts to rebut Leen and Rachael's Pro-Phil arguments with clip art** --Jason: In your face, Phil! (attachments are un-openable) --Leen: My e-mail filters had mercy on you and shielded my inbox from whatever perfidy you had tried to send me. The gods protect Phil Collins. Now shush. Am still trying to recover from Stalcup-alooza, or the Night of a Thousand Cheeses. Kevin and I brought Sexy back at his cousin’s wedding, along with Sexy’s cousins Dirrrty, Busty, Shimmy and Trashy. Didn’t expect to see his brother Steve in all his nekkid glory though at 3:30am, running around our hotel room though with nothing but a washcloth to shield his man-parts – when he bothered to hide them at all. Kev, somehow you were the modest one even when stripped down to your tightie whities and drinking nacho cheese straight from the container. If you’ll excuse me, I need to google eye surgeons, as I need new retinas to replace the ones that got seared. --Matt: Waa-hahahahahahaha!!!!! Good old Steve. It's funny to think that that type of behavior is mostly just typical of him. May god have mercy on you and wipe your memory. --Leen: Typical behavior?? THIS is typical?! He regularly gets naked and jumps on people?! And the snoring. OH MY GOD the snoring. My eardrums are still rattling. A few more of my favorite moments: - Kevin finger-painting his brother’s stomach with liquid nacho cheese -Steve getting stuck – naked, naturally – between the bed and the wall and screaming until his wife and his brother extricated him, Kev smearing more of the liquid cheese on Steve “to make him slide easier!” -Me grabbing Steve’s distended stomach and screaming “Don’t worry, ma’am! We’re going to get you out of there!” Steve not pleased. -Yesterday morning, upon surveying the damage to the room, leaving a $20 tip for housekeeping on the table and weighting it down by one of the few remaining intact cheetos as a silent apology (the rest were smashed into the carpet) -Running for the elevators as we left the room as housekeeping was approaching swiftly, clearly sensing the worst. As we got into the elevator there was an angry scream as the doors closed with “Aiii! Mierda! Queso!! And Cheetos!” audible Good morning kittens, Have learned important lesson: Never drink 2 large cups of coffee and then listen to the Riverdance soundtrack on your iPod (I'm irish, shut up). The soundtrack has the taps in the background, and when you're jazzed up on caffeine it makes it impossible to sit still. Have been squirming in my office chair for the last 10 minutes and someone just walked by and asked me if I had to use the ladies room. If evil co-workers didn't already think I was nuts this might have convinced them. Oh well - if they're gonna think I'm crazy I may as well earn it! --Jason: Alright, I can't believe I'm about to say this but I can't make it up this weekend. I came down with something on tuesday, missed all of my wednesday classes and one of my thursday meetings, and am still feeling like crap today. I can't shake whatever this is, and I can't get into a doctor until Monday. I was hoping I'd be feeling better by today but I'm not. I suck, I know. Yes, I really know, but please feel free to spell out exactly how much suckage has accumulated. Sorry guys. Can we plan something for a weekend soon though? Anyone busy one weekend in September? --Gel: All I'm saying is you suck, and Matt you do too! --Jason: Why does Matt suck? Is he not going? Bad form, you must relinquish your nerd t-shirt immediately. --Leen: Well! ::Eileen rolls up sleeves and cracks knuckles threateningly yet purposefully:: Seriously. Seriously! "I have the sniffles"?! -- hang on, getting my violin -- You could at least have had the courtesy of coming up with a better excuse. "So I was walking home last night and I came across a grizzly! A grizzly, in Philadelphia! It attacked me, and I'm in traction right now. Even that wouldn't have stopped me from doing the scavenger hunt that Toby clearly worked so hard on for months - they're doing great things with lightweight plaster casts these days - but my car got a flat tire. It wasn't even my car - I was actually trying to steal one when the alarm went off. So I started crutching away as fast as I could when I was caught in a citizen's arrest by a 6 year old on a tricycle. I'm in prison right now. Someone bail me out before some bad man makes me his girlfriend!" To make up for this, the next time you come visit we're making both you and Matt (oh, don't think I've forgotten about YOU, Mr. I-Might-Have-A-Christening-To-Go-To-But-I How much does thee suck? Let me count the ways. Thou sucks to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. Thou sucks to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. Thou sucks freely, as men strive for Right; Thou sucks purely, as they turn from Praise. --Jason: Yes, i'm fully aware of the sucking. If i hadn't missed a day and a half of school I'd make myself go, but I really am a mess at the moment. If it makes everyone feel better, my head has been clogged so badly for the past three days that I can't hear. I went to class yesterday afternoon and the professor called on me. I didn't hear him. I was a staring contest participant with a confused expression until he realized i hadn't heard him and repeated himself. Then he made fun of me. In front of a visiting administrator. You all win, Jason loses. --Leen: Give up Jason, or I shall taunt you a second time. --Matt: You know I will be there if I can. Once a year events are trumped only by once a lifetime events. If it makes everyone feel better, think of me spending 2 hours in a church watching babies get dunked in water and then screaming their heads off and laugh. I hate church, I don't particularly like babies unless they are quiet and I won't know anyone there. yep, you guessed it, i'm thrilled about this. see --> :-( --Leen: First: I never really liked the whole baptism thing. Symbolism sucks. Instead of submerging an infant in cold water to "wash away original sin" (which is a total catholic guilt thing too - all you can do at that age is cry, eat, sh*t and sleep and you're STILL considered a f*ck-up from birth), why couldn't there just be a ceremonial feast, followed by a church-sanctioned cheer of "Gooooooooo New Catholic Baby!" Then everybody kicks in a $50 savings bond for college and the whole deal is done Second: Matt, dance around this all you want. The fact remains that you're bailing on an event thats been planned for months to watch them douse a baby that you're NOT EVEN RELATED TO. You deserve your pain. In fact, I hope the thing pukes on you. Third: Yes, I am a lil scary today. Its kind of fun. But alot is happening and I don't know what to do. So I'm falling back on my strengths: being a sarcastic a$$hole to y'all. I do need some consistency in life, after all... --Leen: For once in our lives we're trendy, peoples! Well, some of us. Check out today's news story - Kaplan Meier's 25 Trendiest Schools for 2008 - Fordham is the "Hottest Catholic School" http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20228437/si FU!!!!!!!! It almost makes me want to learn the fight song. --Toby: Congrats Fordham-ers. You may not be able to cheer for your basketball team with pride but you can cheer on your priests. I must admit, i'm surprised Syracuse didn't get a nod for hottest school with an average of 3ft of snow. Or hottest school among LI and NJ JAPs. --Leen: OK kittens, clearly, the daily 5:30 am wake-up calls I’ve had all week to get to Godforsaken, New Jersey have taken their toll. This morning, while getting dressed, I put on a white tank top under my wrap-front top. Clearly not conscious, cause I looked down while in the car this morning and realized that the tank top was both inside out and backwards. So I get to my client’s office, and before I went into my meeting I ran into the bathroom to change. Took off the wrap top, and the ribbons that tied it in place hung down pretty far – they’re long. Fixed my tank top, and went to re-wrap my shirt. Was off balance, accidentally hit the flusher and FLUSHED ONE OF THE RIBBONS ON MY SHIRT WHILE IT WAS STILL ATTACHED TO ME! Thank god there was nothing in the toilet at the time. Toilet yanked me forward, I hit my knee, and just managed to pull the ribbon out in time before it got stuck. Had to cut off the yucky section and hide the end of the ribbon in a knot. How does this happen to me?!?! --Matt: Wow, you make me feel graceful, Leen. I am telling everyone I know about this. --Matt: I just got laid off. It was a total surprise. --Matt (the next morning): So, um, yeah... just kidding... I guess. The story is as follows: I did get laid off yesterday. It was entirely a financial decision. The company is in a bad way, indicated by the fact that there was no one left to do my job and they let me go anyway. I spent two hours in my office with people talking, forwarding email contacts, collecting my body of work and letting people know about the event. Someone who didn't get laid off invited me out for a drink. I accepted, along with one other person who got laid off. Halfway through the drinks, I got a call from my boss. It went something like this: "Hey, Matt. Go someplace so you are alone." So I'm back for as long as the company is here. --Gel: Ok well congrats, I think.... Still start working on the resume and get out of there as soon as possible but on your terms! --Matt: No kidding. We have a 50-50 shot, but I am still working all my leads. --Jason: Matt, We have terrible news: we were just kidding about just kidding yesterday. you're re-fired. OK, just kidding, we really do want you back. We obviously made that joke in poor taste...What do you mean you agree? Get out! And this time we mean it. OK ok, don't get upset, we weren't serious. God, why are you so immature? Love, Your Employer --Cynthia: Ok, this was really funny. Matt, you know I think your amazing for going through all this but your situation paired with Jason's witty e-mail could make it onto one of those FAR SIDE calendars... --Matt: Thanks everyone, for your support. I really felt loved for a few hours (okay, fine, I still do). Plus, I just had the best tasting cup of coffee of my life. --Gel: Doesn't that make it all better really???? And obviously we all love you, otherwise none of us would bother to be sarcastic a$$es. --Matt: Haha. I love you guys, sarcastic a$$es and all. --Jason: Listen, Matt, we need to talk. We're going to need that cup of coffee back, it's for employees only. In fact, is that one of our mugs? And we're pretty sure that t-shirt you're wearing is one of ours too. Here's a trash bag with a head and arm holes cut out for you to wear. Also, we're pretty sure you have a pen from here at home, but we're not going to be rediculous about this so we'll just send you an invoice. hahahaha, man, we're just kidding but we had you going for a minute there huh? boy, you should have seen your face. whew, did we ever get a good laugh out of that one. see you later. um, but seriously, bring the pen back. --Leen: WHEW! I step away from e-mail for an hour to, y'know, work, and Matt gets himself laid off, then re-hired while out drinking. Agreed though, time to find a new job. And THIS time, you get to plan your exit. My preference: Matt comes into his boss's office dressed like Scarface, screams "Shay he-yo to my leeetle friend!" and then Jason walks in to deliver his resignation letter. --Matt: Seriously, tone it down. I almost fell out of my chair on that one Leen. If this keeps up I am going to have to explain to people why I am doubled over in laughter. --Cynthia: Little Friend = Jason... Brilliant! --Jason: I'll do it, but i want an elf outfit. I don't know why, but it's mandatory. also, i then want to be carried out on Matt's shoulders. These are my terms, and they are non-negotiable. --Matt: I can agree to those. I’m not paying for the elf outfit, though. You must provide it for yourself. --Gel: Elf outfit... Can't you just use one of the suits you already own??? --Leen: HAHAHA! Gel is correct, but Jason, you'll have to remember to attach the optional bells to your pointy shoes. OR we can get Matt and Jason MATCHING elf costumes! Matt, you'll look like Will Ferrell in Elf, and Jason'll look like Papa Elf! Then Matt can walk into his boss's office, say "I like quitting! Quitting's my favorite!", eat an entire package of cookie dough and then peddle him and Jason out of the office on a man-sized tricycle. Yeeeaaah, I've had too much coffee today. --Matt: Wow, the sad part is I could see that happening. Okay, I have to get some work done or I’ll either get fired again or the company will go under. --Matt: I just got word that the entire company is taking a 10% pay cut. Woohoo. --Drew: I hope that last comment was a joke!!! --Matt: Nope. Not at all. --Cynthia: WTF!!! We'll try to keep you laughing ;) --Matt: It’s okay. I knew that was coming. The other thing was a surprise --Jason: Matt: We regret to inform you that in an effort to further cut costs, we request that you please relinquish all of the vowel keys from your keyboard. While this is only 5 (sometimes 6) out of what must be at least 20 or 25 total keys, it will go a long way towards helping our sustainability in the immediate future. To help with the obvious language issue that arises, we ask that you please replace the following as appropriate: a=~ e=} i=+ o=? u=" y (sometimes)=* w} d?n't m}~n t? ~nn?* *?", b"t w} h~v} n? ch?+c}. --Toby: It is no secret i am struggling at my new job, but it is now has a whole new set of problems. Actually, it is a same problem, just much, much worse. I'm homeless (at work). I have no real desk to sit at and i'm sick and f*(king tired of it!!!! If you have already heard me bitch about this problem then skip down to the last paragraphs. For those of you who don't know what i'm talking about, here we go. [3 paragraphs in which Toby describes a less than optimal work situation, to say the least. Not included here b/c it has identifiable details...] --Cynthia: Ok red or white [wine]? I'm guessing red... --Gel: I'll be around after 8... after my training appointment... just let me know where, I have a few choice stories to tell too! --Toby: Red, but i think i'm going to my favorite wine place so they can recomend something great. Gel, Cyn, would you guys like a red? --Toby: I meant white. not thinking clearly. Kevin, Jason, Matt, arent you glad you're on our email chain about our evening plans? you should all drink tonight too then we can call each other and wallow --Gel: If you see a good white, I'm game, but don't go crazy... I know you like red... and yes we should all get hammered and sad on a Tuesday night! --Kevin (who was checking e-mail from P-Town...): I am drinking now...bbq'ing and heading off to the tea dance in 2 hours for planters punch topped off with 151 shots....and fully recovered from taco toga party last night...i love vacation! --Matt: You are the envy of all your friends. --Cynthia: I'm beyond jealous! --Leen: OK, I just read that whole e-mail on the train I'm currently taking home from Asscrack New Jersey after another fun-filled day. Because if I log off e-mail for the space of time it will take me to get home, I will fall behind. Toby, rant on - you know I'm with you, sister-friend. Yesterday I [seriously - Gel can verify] had my boss tell me that she thinks I must be sucking up to my clients because several of them have sent her notes complimenting me about some job or another in the last few days, and to cool it. Cause it couldn't POSSIBLY have anything to do with the fact that I've been a travelling road show for my company for the last month, working every weekend and going to 5 different cities - and out of the country - in 10 days all the while doing my projects AND HERS while she was in Majorca! Oh no no no, I must be *sucking up*. Not to mention the fact that althought I have sat in one spot since the day I started, and all of my coworkers have ample chance to get to know me, and NO ONE talks to me. There seems to have been an unspoken rule passed that I'm insane (in a mean way - I know I'm nuts, but its a gentle crazy) and therefore unworthy of conversation. And yes, I will be bringing a big bottle of white home with me tonight. I'll see the New Yorkies soon! --Matt: Don’t worry Leen, we still love you, and love is all you need… At the moment, my boss is yelling at his wife over the phone to go get the cottage cheese (with mild irritation in his voice). Thoughts on this? [The Next Day. Post-Wine Frenzy] --Leen: OK, ladies, anyone else's liver feeling like its been pushed through a meat grinder? I *ache*. But apparently my hangover is giving me a surly expression, because the b*tches here in my office are running past me faster than usual. This pleases me. A few comments on last night's wine-fueled debauchery... 1. Toby, you're totally right. Wearing mouseketeer ears instantly makes it harder to feel lousy. Of course, anyone looking into our living room would have seen you, me, and Gel each sporting plastic mouse ears (which, in Gel's case, lit up into a seizure-inducing pattern), pouring wine down our throats and gesticulating wildly. 2. I have a new favorite drinking game. Starting each toast with "Its crap because...", concluding it by shouting CRAP! followed by a chorus of obscene refrains from those in agreement, and then punctuating your anger by drinking?! GENIUS! 3. Cynthia, did we ever assign you a fake name/job? Please note that, from now on in a bar setting, the following aliases should be used: Toby is now Sarah, who plans family activities for the NY Rangers. Gel is now Danielle, an event planner for an insurance company. I am now Brandi, a Flight Attendant on American Airlines. Grr. Argh. --Cynthia: I'm VICTORIA :) The fake job is still TBD --Gel: I hurt - a lot.... combination of wine headache and gym aches.... but last night was well worth it.... --Toby: And don't forget tonight is BBQ night. --Kevin (still mocking us from P-Town): I would like to report to everyone and specifically Gel, I HAD S*X IN A BATHROOM! WOOOHOOO! --Gel: And here I thought today was going to suck! --Matt: I hope it was clean --Cynthia: BRAVO! --Leen: SWEET JESUS HELP ME! Its day 3 of market research, and I've been listening to the same questions over. and over. and over while trapped in a small drak room to "observe". Its like the movie Groundhogs Day, without Bill Murray. I think I may be being driven crazy faster than usual. Whats going on in the outside world?! --Gel: I wouldn't have a clue as I also have been stuck inside for 2 days!!! --Jason: If it makes you feel better, my computer spontaneously shut itself down just now, and upon rebooting the clock has changed to 11:09 pm on Jan 3, 1980. I have officially entered a time-warp. --Leen: Have your clothes/hairstyle also rebooted to 1980? Are you now wearing pegged leg acid wash jeans and a jehri curl? --Matt: I am!!!! Not really. --Jason: I've also decided that crayons are a highly underrated writing instrument in the professional world. Think about it, if you received a memo that said high priority and was written entirely in burnt sienna crayon, you'd read it immediately no? I don't know where that came from... --Leen: Jason, are you in a small dark room right now too? And are the walls padded? Personally, I would take notice if I received a memo from my boss in crayon. Its says "My boss is f*cking crazy and will stab me with the Carribean Green crayon (cause lets face it, who ever used that one) if I don't do precisely as requested before Sesame Street starts" Walls... closing... in.... --Jason: I refuse to back down, respect the crayon. and they're delicious. --Toby: I know i'm a little late jumping on to this conversation, but Gel I don't think you should be complaining about spending all that time inside. From what i hear, you're enjoying it (wink, wink) As for the crayons (or crans, as i pronounce it), blue green is my favorite. and while i can't remember the last time i got any physical on-paper memo from my boss or anyone else in the company (don't your companies only use email?), I think that people would read into the color you used too much and it would become dangerous. Oh no, Nancy used scarlet, she must be mad!! So i spent all day in a social styles workshop, to learn about how you interact with people and how to read and deal with the way others act. i'm now going to spend the next time we all hang out analyzing you all so we can have more effective communication and productive relationships. HAHAHA!!! --Cynthia: I swear your last sentence really sounds like may supervisor! She says things like that and I have blink a few times and look around the room to make sure I'm not in Office Space the movie --Toby: oh, you can practice those memos http://crayola.com/coloring_applica --Cynthia: Umm, I'm never working again....I've just drawn two pages that are currently sitting on the color printer waiting for me to pick them up and post on my desk! (Co-workers are going to think I have kids!) |
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