Showing posts with label guts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guts. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

friday gets short

This week was pretty lame. The only excitement I've had is peeling the dried skin from the sunburn. I can stand in front of that mirror for hours and just peel and peel some more. What is it with peeling sunburned skin that is so amusing? If I only I could go to the bathroom here at work and peel.

Plans are finally made for The Beach Trip 2008. I just now officially gave it a title. If the other people going on the trip don't like then they don't have to go. Or they can politely email me an even better name. I like The Beach Trip 2008, it tells exactly what it is in a nice short title. No confusion here.

HR Lady's floor plan proposal for our new office was accidentally leaked out. I didn't like it so I changed it for my own personal comfort. Gave myself a TV, sofa, two leather chairs, and a green plant for the corner. I think more work will be done in a more efficient manner now. Her small cubical for me was out of the question. Now I need some guts to go show her. She scares me.

How long is a Martian year?

Last entry's answer was Coco Puffs.