Frog and Goat

My cube is setup such that if people want to they can see my computer screen. Which means whenever the unit’s co-manager walks back from the bathroom to her office, she can technically spy on me to see if I’m working. Fortunately for me she walks so heavily that I can hear her coming and going and I switch to something work-related. Not that I’m always goofing off. Lately, though, I’m in a spot with both of my courses where I’m not actively working on them. They are in other hands and so I’ve been doing homework or reading websites. And, besides, she’s not my supervisor. I still hate to look like a goof-off, even though I am quite good at it.

The other day at lunch, a co-worker and I were talking about this manager and her crazy rules about short lunches (or better yet no lunches), time spent in group discussion, spending every available minute working, etc. When I told this co-worker that I always feel guilty when this manager walks by, my co-worker said she used to feel that way but then she got over it and is unconcerned about taking out the Washington Post, People or whatever and getting in a good read.

I figure if I’m out of line or not producing then either a co-worker will get on my case or my supervisor will. Since all of my team members have a bad attitude about authority and my supervisor spends plenty of time on the internet, I think I need to get over the guilt. My work gets done well within established timeframes so really I don’t know why I’m so sensitive.

This morning I got out of bed at 7 because the 7 o’clock crows descended on the yard. I don’t know what brings them at that time of day, but they are faithful. Since we’ve been sleeping with the windows open, there’s no hope of me pretending like I don’t hear the incessant caw-caw-caw. I got out of bed and the better-half looked over at me. I smiled and said, “Nice of you to come to bed”. He’s notorious for falling asleep in the recliner and then coming to bed around 4 or 5 am. He said, “Thanks for that hair”. I went into the bathroom and started to laugh. I told him I had cartoon hair. Imagine if Marge Simpson landed on her head and then spun like a top. She’d still have high hair but the hair would be every which way. I need a haircut.

Yesterday we participated in a bowl-a-thon for Junior Achievement. Our team had 5 bowlers and we were all pretty bad. We had a lot of fun and I suppose when you have no talent you should have fun. The team next to ours was drinking. I consider myself a good little drinker but they were throwing back the beer and cocktails as if it was their last afternoon on Earth. It was Noon. One guy somehow managed to throw his ball up into the ceiling. The ceiling tile was ajar and we all jumped at the sound of that ball landing on the lane. He was also fairly curse-ridden which just isn’t cool when that many families are around. Save it for midnight bowling, jerk.

A few weeks ago my MP3 player had to be completely reset again and I decided an upgrade of the firmware was in order. When you upgrade the firmware, all of the contents go away. I had over well over 2000 songs on my player and so I’ve been spending weekend mornings ripping songs off CDs, creating playlists and loading the player. Tedious.

There were three people at the office today. I was the only one upstairs. Therefore, no poop on the bathroom floor today. I never thought I’d hope for days like that, but now I do.

I watched two young women film what I assume was a class project. The building directly across the street from my office is a deep red color with electric blue and white accents. One of the women was dressed in a bright yellow jacket, black leggings and red shoes. She was wearing a white iPod. The photog took lots of video of the subject dancing around in front of the red wall. And, lots of close-ups of the iPod. Because, you know, no one knows what that thing looks like.

To the young man driving a F-150 (I’m from Mechanicsville, I know makes of pick ups) exiting Rite-Aid at Broad and Belvidere-I don’t care how much you think you’re owed the right to pull out in front of me you have two choices. Wait your turn or hit me. My insurance is better than yours. Seriously, he revved his engine at me and rolled back and forth while we waited at the light. I was already way too close to the Lexus in front of me to consider letting him in. If he had asked, I probably would have figured out how to let him in. As it was, he had to kiss my FAT ASS.

Today it is above 80. All the flowering trees are flowering. And, I’m sneezing. Nothing like getting a jump start on the allergy season.