About fifteen minutes ago the sax music got more cheerful. About ten minutes ago it became apparent that the sax man was no longer alone. I peered out my third floor window and I saw something that was only slightly less unlikely than a man panhandling: two people from another department getting married. It turns out the basket was for wedding gifts, not donations for the sax man.
Riding into work…
My office is in the very back of our office complex. My office window does not face any of the other buildings. There is one, mostly deserted sidewalk, between my office and Tampa Bay.
Can someone tell me why there is a man with an empty wicker basket, playing saxophone outside my office window?
He’s really quite good; but since there is an empty training suite below me, many of my co-workers…
You own a bicycle. You ride and maintain it yourself for fourteen years. One day you ride to work and discover a problem. You put a band-aid on it and let it go at that. A week later you find another problem and you apply another band-aid. This goes on for two months, and you finally decide that you just don’t want to deal with it all yourself right now. You take your bike to the shop for more…
They say that the effects of alcohol are greater if it is consumed on an empty stomach. Does the same thing apply to caffeine consumption? If your day was really dragging, would you get more bang for your buck by taking your caffeine before you eat rather than after?
Maybe it’s time for a little experiment. No control group for comparison? Heck, no ‘group’ to speak of, other than yourself?
Everyone has their quirks. Me? I feel compelled to share my life with anyone who cares to read about it (which, admittedly, probably isn’t very many). By all accounts, Beth seems to be a budding conservationalist. Nothing she acquires, no matter how mundane or inherently disposable, can be thrown out without great deliberation. No resource, no matter how consumable or desired, may be finished…
Yogurt is the most disgusting substance that I purposefully put in my mouth on a routine basis. It beats out things like cottage cheese and brie because, as Nancy Reagan says, I, “just say no.” Pre-mixed yogurt isn’t too bad. You remove the cover and you see a substance that looks a little bit like pudding. Pudding is good! Contrast this with the look and feel of the fruit on the bottom…
There are two kinds of Floridians: native born and transplants. There are two kinds of transplants: those that don’t mind the summers and those that do. There are two kinds of people who mind the summer weather: those that complain about it and those that don’t. I’m a transplant that doesn’t like the summer weather and is outspoken on the matter.
Coming in to work this morning, I had the…
Cheryl and Beth have a unique mother-daughter relationship. At any given time, any one of these labels may seem appropriate for Cheryl’s relationship with Beth: friend, rival, taskmaster, pseudo-sibling, mentor, nurse, maid, and cook. Of all these titles, the most surprising one was added yesterday afternoon, secretary. I would have sooner expected Beth to be doing aerial acrobatics from the arm…
Oh don’t mind me; I’m just suffering through some garden variety fatigue. You see, yesterday I had a rough evening. There wasn’t anything special about it, just another night of the Lightning in the Stanley Cup Finals. Ho Hum. The score was really close through two periods, but that’s nothing new. I got about four and a half of my accustomed seven hours of sleep last night, but I figure…