the currency of office morale

companies try to do things to make their employees at least moderately pleased with coming to work for 40 hours a week. sometimes they offer free bagels, or celebrate a large project with a little continental breakfast get-together, even having a company picnic after which you’re allowed to knock off early. the one that gets me tho is as follows:
you get that little “new email notification” while in the middle of something important.
and it’s a pdf from the hr department with some reasonably incongruous graphic next to the content (which, for all intents and purposes, should be removed, and the text of the pdf should be simply emailed so i don’t have to launch another application just to read the email).
we joke about this as “jeans currency”; what the company thinks happens immediately following the receipt of the email is this:
what actually occurs:

free stuff!

last week, i brought lunch cuz i’m a little cash-poor right now. a pita (actually, naan if you’re keeping track) spread with hummus, topped with cucumber from my garden, and sprinkled with feta.
(un)fortunately for me, the garden is producing cukes bigger than a house cat.
there was no way i could finish the whole thing. so, since people are always leaving stuff for free in the breakroom, i thought i’d do the same.
incidentally, no one took it.

yay, netflix!

imagine my excitement when i found out this morning that netflix finally released their app for the iphone.
i was also quite pleased when i saw that arrested development is available for instant viewing!!1
unfortunately, i work in an cube farm that was converted from a pole barn and i can barely get the edge network inside, let alone 3g.
unless i stand on one leg and balance with my iphone up in the air; then i can listen to ron howard for hours and hours.


nora noodlebutt is a little skittish; we’ve no way of knowing how she was treated before we rescued her, but i’m willing to bet it was pretty awful. she hates the sound of nail guns and truck engine brakes and pretty much anything loud anywhere near her.
when i get home from work, though, she’s the happiest dog ever.
she’s very needy and a little meek. she’s always trying to horn in on any attention being given to jones. so sometimes i’ll slowly start to try to hug her and she, subsequently, slowly slinks away from me. we do this often.

another panic attack

on sunday morning. i knew something was off… i should have stayed home but went to mickey’s for breakfast anyway… i couldn’t eat my waffle for at least an hour. it’s mildly embarrassing and annoying. the second suckiest part about suffering from panic attacks is the pain of waiting for the next one. it’s in the back of your mind all the time.
so, monday morning when i woke up at 3 in a panic and tried my damndest to go back to sleep and by 7 i was certain i could not come to work, i called in and could finally fall back to sleep.
today’s been ok… i’ve kinda felt like i’m about to freak out, but i haven’t. hopefully i can stave off the next one… according to my records, it’s been almost 2 years since my last attack. i thought i was done with ’em. oh, well.

pheromones, maybe?

there was something weird in the air at the tavern last night… for a while, i was the only gal at the bar among several males. it felt kind of like i was placed into an experiment. over the course of the evening, while waiting for matt to finish his shift, i had several acquaintances grace me with their presence.
first was micah. he’s a very nice guy who uses only his bike for transportation. we share a taste in electronic music and he usually passes album titles and artists my way. last night, he had his ipod with him and wanted me to check out some beats.
then, angry tom wanted me to teach him everything i know about iphones, cellular service providers, the internet, craigslist*, and the kansas-nebraska act.
we call him angry tom because he gets quite adamant when in discussions… even if he agrees with you. he also appears to own 10 or more of those shirts.
tom left after i told him i wouldn’t read the kansas-nebraska act to him and i also wasn’t going to let him hold my phone.
then casey showed up. i’ve known casey for several years; he used to cut my friend kelli’s hair about 10 years ago. he’s got what i call a *big* personality which is great in small doses. anyway, he called me sugar, ordered two beers and a shot for myself and him.
more and more people petered in, including a wilson’s regular, loud karl! we were happy to see him at our bar and he slid over to chat. he told a story about a girl he had was seeing forever ago who took a crowbar to his nice diesel mercedes…
finally, matt’s shift was complete, and there was actually an empty stool next to yours truly.
*one bit of hilarity that i didn’t want to ruin the comic with: tom’s wife told him that there weren’t jobs on craigslist. that people just use it to sell and trade stuff… even sometimes sex!

my day so far

look around the internets for jobs for a friend
help a coworker with a link
get distracted by a phillip glass thread on a message board
see someone’s 8-bit gremlin’s print
search for giclee, cuz i had no idea what that was
wiki gremlins
learn that howie mandel did gizmo’s voice
add a feedjit thing to my blog
test some web pages
watched brett domino do a lady gaga song
watch said lady gaga video (she’s nuts.)
find a list of top 25 disturbing videos
disagree with some
a comment reminded me of kids
learned the buggy-glasses’d boy in the club is the writer of the film
off to lunch

2 thousand steps

in order to stop staring at a monitor for 20 minutes a day, and get our lipase working, a coworker and i take a walk around the office, twice a day, that total 2,000 steps. i call the events 1k and 2k… most people get it.
when the weather permits, we “take it outside” as an added bonus. on humid occasions, i usually make a comment of how it affects my hair; or i’ll point out how my browns don’t match.
on the way back to our desks, we stop in the breakroom and joke that we need to see how our day is going by checking the horoscopes. so i find the closest paper which usually has some article about a badger fan and how the terrace is stupid and falling into the lake.
and then page through to the “fun” part of the paper to check out the aries and virgo (and gemini, for other reasons) number predictions; i never read the text… that part is irrelevant:
let me know if you can’t guess our signs.

annual house party

as i’m sure you might have guessed, we didn’t have our annual memorial day bash due to life events interrupting the flow of things.
now that a semblance of order is upon us, we’re gearing up to get the house ready for our labor day extravaganza.
my goal of keeping the menu utensil-free still stands, but i’m betting others will bring items that need spoons and forks, so it’s a good thing we have two people’s worth of tableware.
i’ve been starring recipes in google reader and favoriting them on stumbleupon for weeks… in addition to wanting to reuse some from last year.
so far, i have the following comprehensive list but will by no means be making all of this:
spinach and feta filo pie (tho, i’ll probably cheat and use puff pastry dough cuz filo is hard to work with).
summertime lasagna
asparagus tart
zuchinni and ricotta tarts (i think it’s funny when vegetables get fancy french names, like courgette and haricots verts. come on).
quesadillas maybe we can make tiny cute ones so there’s more to go around.
and banana bread, cuz we have 9 bananas in the freezer.