The Dean of College Life is retiring in another month, so most of the staff is in the auditorium for his farewell reception. Again, I sit alone in the office, holding down the fort while the others delight and eat their fill and whatnot. It's fitting, though -- I'm just a temp here; they're the ones who've worked with him for years and should be the ones to see him off.

For lunch at my desk today, I had a peanut butter and pickle relish with cheese sandwich. Mmm.

I'm fucking exhausted.

I'm in the office alone right now because everyone else is learning about HipHop culture in the auditorium next door. Admittedly, I am the slightest bit interested in checking it out, but I can't leave! I mean, someone has to be here. And apparently that someone is me.

At least it's quiet.

So during my comparatively tranquil work day today, I had the peace of mind to turn my thoughts to other things -- and it was during just such a moment of unclouded thinking that I realized that one of my co-workers is quite beautiful. Her head is topped off with shining black hair, her face is bright and attractive, with large eyes and a smile to melt the coldest of hearts (and she is almost always smiling), and her body is absolutely perfect. She has a slender figure, just out of the range of being too slender -- in addition to the slight thickness of her arms, minimal curves on the Z-axis put her over -- and when she moves, she doesn't float or glide like a nymph or skip airily about like a mere wisp of a girl would, but she goes through the motions like a creature of flesh and blood, like something subject to the simplified laws of a high school Physics course in which air resistance is typically negated. (more...)

My supervisor is out today, so things are a little bit more relaxed in the office. I actually have time to post! It's not that I have significantly less work to do today -- when I came in there were a number of things for me to do in my inbox -- but that in the absence of her calling me into her office every three seconds to do some other task or xerox some files or deliver some envelopes to some other department I can actually work on things and knock them off fairly quickly. Even doing a simple one-line log entry can take fifteen minutes when someone is hollering for you before you can even finish writing a letter. And I took three trips to deliver some papers to another office today, but had my supervisor been here that would've been at least eight trips. See, rather than waiting for several deliveries to pile up before sending me over -- they all go to the same place -- she'd have me running over there after every one, because it has to be done right away. It really doesn't. They'll get there. Jeez. (more...)

Scary-Crayon explores a day in the life of everyone's (least) favorite singing Tyrannosaur with this review and commentary on A Day With Barney -- which was actually my final purchase at the bookstore. Oh, the horror...

In other news, work continues to be hectic and exhausting. I actually got a little pissed at a staff meeting today. In discussing all of the programs and activities they want to plan at the community college, it was noted with great interest and praise that in another department a presentation was being held in which several students are supposed to "educate" the staff and faculty about the HipHop culture. This, supposedly, would help to bridge the gap between the students and the faculty. And the whole time I was sitting there rolling my eyes and thinking, "What the FUCK," because it just struck me as ridiculous that someone thought this would be a good idea. Yes, the campus is predominately peopled with walking yo-yo-yo-wassup baggy-FUBU-clothes-wearing thug-wannabe stereotypes, but is that the kind of thing that should be encouraged to the point that the staff should be "educated" about it? I wanted to slam something down and then walk out just to show my contempt for that project and whoever thought it was worth a green light. Fuck that. (more...)