So a few weeks ago, I was on the bus returning home some afternoon when we picked up a whole gaggle of kids on some day camp outing. They looked to be about seven or eight years old. Not too old to be obnoxious punks but not too young to be freaked out about being on a bus without their parents. I overheard the following conversation between two boys who sat across the aisle from me:
“I’m bored… tell me a story.”
“Ok. Once a upon a time, you were so ugly that everyone died. The end.”
I thought that was the best story I’d heard in a long time. It was quite the zinger too. The other boy was too stunned to respond.
I worked my second straight day of OT tonight. Other than my second week of work, I haven’t really worked any OT since I started. This latest patch of OT shouldn’t last beyond this Friday. Yeah, OT isn’t the most fun thing to do but at least they paid for dinner. I had a double leg dinner from Swiss Chalet. You’ll be proud of me, I had sauteed mushrooms for my side dish and not fries. And I know this doesn’t make up for unpaid OT completely, but take a gander at this e-mail we all got in the office today:
From: Gretchen
Sent: Monday, August 15, 2005 10:42 AM
Subject: Ice Cream Sundae Birthday Party
Hi Everyone,
We will be celebrating the August birthdays this coming Wednesday at 5pm in the lounge. Ice cream sundae stations will be set up with all the fixings (nuts, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce).
Be there or be square!
– Gretchen
It’s sad how a little bit of ice cream can raise my spirits. Ah well, we’re having sundaes on tomorrow!