04.15.2003 - 8:42 p.m.
A few years ago, Workplace was rolling in cash. There were just
a few engineers working as consultants, charging high rates.
As a result of making so much money, Workplace owners stocked
up the office with, among other things, ridiculously expensive
The other day, a large chocolate rabbit showed up on my office-mate
Molly's desk. Because she had been craving chocolate for the
past week, she said. The slowly disappearing rabbit came in a
box labeled "Peter Rabbit." Using a Sharpie, I carefully
scratched out "Peter" and wrote in "PMS".
Because I'm such a card,
you know? Yeeeahhh.
So my coworker Brian brought a hedgehog to work today. I guess
he's "hedgehog-sitting" for someone. Yes, that's weird.
Anyway, I was sitting near Molly's desk watching the hedgehog
wander around the carpet, when I noticed a small puddle appearing
under its stumpy little legs.
"Uh oh," I said,
frantically looking around for some sort of Hedgehog Pee Receptacle.
Just then, coworker Michael came into our office. He stared at
the hedgehog, which suddenly had a furrowed look to its snout.
Hedgehog poo was now emerging at an alarming rate.
Michael, apparently startled
into clumsiness by the visage of a small prickly animal taking
a dump in the office, flailed and knocked the chocolate rabbit
box off Molly's desk, which bounced dangerously near the busy
"I can't believe it's
SHITTING on the $15,000 carpet!" Molly cried.
"PMS Rabbit almost killed
the hedgehog!" I squeaked.
That, really, was the dialogue
highlight of my day.
I saw Spirited Away this weekend, and if you have
not seen this movie, please go find a theatre showing it right
now, because it is wonderful.
Also, I saw James Cameron's
movie about the Titanic. Myeh. The thing is, when I think "introspective
comments about historical tragedies", I don't automatically
think "Bill Paxton", you know? But the 3-D stuff was
I bought Morphine's "Best
of 1992-1995" this weekend and really, is there a more sexy
and haunting sound than Mark Sandman moaning ohhhhhhh
in "I'm Free Now"? I think not.
For me, listening to certain
music takes me back to the first time I heard it, in a visceral
way that is not unlike how smells can be surprisingly nostalgic.
Morphine's "The Night" will always, always remind me
of being on a business trip, lying beside a pool listening to
my CD walkman, feeling dreamy and disconnected from everything
around me. Chris Isaak's "Forever Blue"; I'm with JB,
driving to a casino in Vegas, dressed to the nines and ready
to have fun. Sheryl Crow's "Globe Sessions" - I've
just moved to Portland, and I'm driving to my new job with the
windows rolled down, feeling strong and independent and free.
What will I think of, if a
song makes me think of this time in my life? I wonder.
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comments so far.
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Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
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