Ok, I know it's completely unsmart and impolitic to complain about work on a blog. I should take a cue from Dooce and just shut the hell up but, um, they are moving me out of my huge office with the view of the gurgling fountain and blooming lavender and they are putting me in a cube in the hall that was apparently designed for little people, and temps. My screen faces out, like towards the masses. Translation: no more watching SNL videos at work. No more personal email. No more oh-my-god-no-waying with my friend in Milan.* Sigh.
*Note to boss: I'm just trying to be funny. I've never really done any of those things at work.
A thing I like
Hula Seventy's Polaroid Party. Lots of Polaroids. Just the way
I like them. Plus, this one is of a donut.
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