F.I.N.E. January 27, 2006 ~ 10:12 pm
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Because we haven’t had enough pictures of the diabetic cat eating things that are bad for him. Today’s subject: Cheetos. Mmmmm. Cheetos.
Bonus cool points to whomever can tell me what the initials in the subject stand for and where they come from.
Today, the boss and I realized that we are in deep shit. And I called her a bio-tech. And a student called a local news channel about my office. And I got nominated to be a marshall in the Commencement ceremonies.
First things first. We are wondering if the woman whose husband died yesterday (hereafter referred to as “Woman” because “Widow” seems cruel, albeit true) will ever return to work. Martyr told us that Woman is not doing well. She took to her bed yesterday when she got home and hasn’t moved or eaten since. She is apparently shutting down. She has two daughters, ages 13 and 16, and I had thought she would pull out of it for them, but so far no luck. Plus, she is now the sole financial support for her girls, so the Boss and I aren’t sure if she will find it worth her while to return to a part-time job. In the meantime, we are covering her work (she is responsible for replying to students who report problems with an online system) in addition to our own. No, we’re not stressed, really.
Second, Boss has this tendency to either not read or skim emails. She’ll start reading it out loud if I ask her to review something, get through half a sentence, and say “This is fine,” when I know she hasn’t finished it. Today I caught her on it when she got an email from a program head and said “Who’s this?” and I said “Read the first line of the email, he tells you!” She looked at me with a “busted” look on her face, and I called her Bio-Tech. As in “Fool! That word is biotech. Why you gotta be ignorant all your life?” I explained to her where I got the word from. She laughed. We are laid back in my office.
Third, a student called a local news channel to complain about my office. But I can’t talk about that, because that would qualify as “Blogging about work” and we don’t want to get Dooced. However, I will say that my office did what it was supposed to do. The end.
Fourth, I got nominated to be a marshall in the Commencement exercises in June. Not quite sure what a marshall does in this case, but it’s got to be better than sitting in my office, right? Now watch, it will be 5 million degrees out with blazing sun.
Fifth, why the hell has Blogrolling shut down when I finally have time to read blogs? Bastards!
Sixth, I will be spending copious amounts of time in Crown Heights this weekend, helping Thabs and Jordana move into their new apartment. After a year of searching, they finally closed on an apartment and are now owners rather than renters. They have moved up the property ladder and are the first people I know in this city to have a legitimate two bedroom apartment. I’m jealous.
Seventh…I’m tired. I’m going to bed. The end.
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