Reasons I Should Be Blogging
Tuesday, October 7, 2003. Entry #227

A lot of little thoughts today.

Part of our morning routine is that Lisa packs lunch for the both of us. I handle feeding the herd their morning veggies and Lisa prepares our noon hour sustenance.

I opened up my lunch kit and found (to my delight) a folded paper towel in amidst the cookies and fruit cups. Written on it was, "Have a great day! I love you!"

It left me with a dilemma. My initial reaction (after the 'Awwww!' and the blushing) was to throw it away. But that didn't seem right! I'd be throwing away her love!

So what do I do? I certainly can't wipe my hands with it, and using it to sop up spills seems harsh. Leaving it simply adds to the already unwieldy clutter on my desk.

I've decided on the safest course of action. Wrap it in a plastic bag (which won't erode for a million years) and throw it in the trash. Leave it to Future Scientists, who will find it intact and wonder at our ancient and primitive love.

Nothing like leaving your mark for Future Scientists.

I've been hearing a commercial on the radio for TD Bank's new travel card.

The advertisement talks about there being no blackout dates or special rules. Harps on it in fact. It's the main selling point of this travel points system. On and on about 'convenience' and 'no confusing rules'.

And at the very end of the commercial, very fast and quiet, the announcer says "someconditionsapply".

Heh.

Nuking my lunch yesterday. Just sitting and relaxing, watching the little cardboard box of pre-fab cuisine go around and around. Suddenly one of the other microwaves starts making this odd moaning noise.

"What the hell?" says the bored marketing lady waiting beside me.

"I think it's your microwave," I say.

"What's it doing? The rotor burning out?"

I think for a moment. "Sounds like whale song."

"So it's singing to me?"

"Consider yourself lucky."

After a year, Marketing Girl Who Doesn't Like Me #1 has come back from maternity leave and we're all happy.

She's the one who orders office supplies.

Hey, it was getting desperate. We were doing after-hours raids on the purchasing file cabinets next door, and they were running out of Post-Its.

Anyway, Marketing Girl Who Doesn't Like Me #1 went around and got everyone's orders. I do a lot of editing on paper, so I wanted some new red pens. My one remaining one was on its last driblets. Uni-ball reds, I told her. No problem, she assured me.

Ah, but she didn't get me red. She ordered crimson.

I like it! Deeper and richer than red. More like blood.

My old instructors in college used to refer to editing as 'opening up a vein and bleeding all over your copy'.

Now it looks like that too.

Boy, I was close on my Survivor pick. Lillian stuck a week longer than I thought, and Ryan S. left a week earlier.

This week: I predict Morgan to continue their losing streak and for Darrah to be heading home. Should Drake lose immunity (God only knows how) I'm still thinking Jon is gone.

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