My life is exhausting sometimes.
Aug. 7th, 2003 02:15 pmThanks to a Not-So-Anonymous Tipster, I wandered over to Madison/Wabash to get a free bottle of Vitamin!Water. I resisted the urge to walk by several times in various disguises in an attempt to get multiple samples. But wouldn't I have looked great in a moustache and trenchcoat?
On the way back into the office, I ran into this blonde woman in the hallway. She asked if there was a "ladies's room." I pointed out where it was by the elevators, but then said it's locked but she could get a key from the office she just came from. She hesitated, looked back at the office, looked at me, then half-whispered, "oh well, that's where I have an interview...."
I stood there and looked at her, then realized she was waiting for me to offer a key from my office. I jingled my keys and told her I only had the key to the men's room, then slipped in the back door.
Did she think they wouldn't hire her because she has a bladder? I'm picturing her walking in and asking for the restroom key, they look her up and down and say, "never mind, I don't think you're going to work out here after all. We don't use the bathroom here."
People are so strange about normal bodily functions.
I got a very sweet e-mail from Lowenstein but it made my cranky because of one line: "i just woke up. it's 1:00. my life is good sometimes." Gee, thanks for rubbing it in. I mean, that's nice and all that she's well-rested, but I'm over here dying in my makeshift cubicle! This is obviously not her fault though, so I'm not really mad or anything. Just tired and ready to go home and sleep. Princess Superstar might have to be seen some other time.
On the way back into the office, I ran into this blonde woman in the hallway. She asked if there was a "ladies's room." I pointed out where it was by the elevators, but then said it's locked but she could get a key from the office she just came from. She hesitated, looked back at the office, looked at me, then half-whispered, "oh well, that's where I have an interview...."
I stood there and looked at her, then realized she was waiting for me to offer a key from my office. I jingled my keys and told her I only had the key to the men's room, then slipped in the back door.
Did she think they wouldn't hire her because she has a bladder? I'm picturing her walking in and asking for the restroom key, they look her up and down and say, "never mind, I don't think you're going to work out here after all. We don't use the bathroom here."
People are so strange about normal bodily functions.
I got a very sweet e-mail from Lowenstein but it made my cranky because of one line: "i just woke up. it's 1:00. my life is good sometimes." Gee, thanks for rubbing it in. I mean, that's nice and all that she's well-rested, but I'm over here dying in my makeshift cubicle! This is obviously not her fault though, so I'm not really mad or anything. Just tired and ready to go home and sleep. Princess Superstar might have to be seen some other time.
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Date: 2003-08-08 01:20 am (UTC)