intrigue
it's not that i eavesdrop. i think we covered this in the days of bob. it's just that we're in cube-spces and sound is not majically contained within the top-less boundries.
but anyways.
the bull was in the office. yet again.
it's completely beside the point, but i guess he didn't get the memo after memo that he and his team mates are only supposed to spend three hours a week here.
but i digress
so he's back in the office and bouncing the floor-shaking leg like there'sno tomorrow. even as i write this now, my monitor is bobbing up and down like a dashboard toy.
he's sweet talking his boss on the phone and justifying why he's coming into the office (in reality it's to use the internet, but i'm not one to tattle - and yes i realize the hypocracy in that i am using the internet here too... but the difference lies in that i am supposed to be here all day every day, and truthfully i have finished my work for the time being - i'm not getting defensive, i'm just saying).
and then he manages to throw in a few more self promotions that are unrelated.
'oh... well that's about the time i was finishing my homework. and you don't even want to know how early i got here...'(it was about 15 minutes ago)' yeah i was writing a 600 word paper over a character from the renaissance... we're actually all calvinists without even knowing it... i've read a few things....' oh yeah? you learned enough to stretch it in to 600 whole words? you must be exhausted - not to mention an expert now.
all of these snip-its have left me a little curious. i would not really ever voluntarily enter a conversation about religion or calvanism witht this person. mostly because i know he's full of it and it would be him parroting back whatever cliff notes he found online (at the office) and me getting frustrated by the brick wall we are hitting and no one really benefitting from the expense of words and breath.
but anyways. it did serve to add a slight layer of depth to this massive bulk of a man. SLIGHT layer.
anyways. i don't know why you had to read that. mostly because i am really dry on writing material and i figured it would be dead and gone forever if i didn't write something so there you have it.
nonsense babblings for the sake of not killing my desire to write at all.
but anyways.
the bull was in the office. yet again.
it's completely beside the point, but i guess he didn't get the memo after memo that he and his team mates are only supposed to spend three hours a week here.
but i digress
so he's back in the office and bouncing the floor-shaking leg like there'sno tomorrow. even as i write this now, my monitor is bobbing up and down like a dashboard toy.
he's sweet talking his boss on the phone and justifying why he's coming into the office (in reality it's to use the internet, but i'm not one to tattle - and yes i realize the hypocracy in that i am using the internet here too... but the difference lies in that i am supposed to be here all day every day, and truthfully i have finished my work for the time being - i'm not getting defensive, i'm just saying).
and then he manages to throw in a few more self promotions that are unrelated.
'oh... well that's about the time i was finishing my homework. and you don't even want to know how early i got here...'(it was about 15 minutes ago)' yeah i was writing a 600 word paper over a character from the renaissance... we're actually all calvinists without even knowing it... i've read a few things....' oh yeah? you learned enough to stretch it in to 600 whole words? you must be exhausted - not to mention an expert now.
all of these snip-its have left me a little curious. i would not really ever voluntarily enter a conversation about religion or calvanism witht this person. mostly because i know he's full of it and it would be him parroting back whatever cliff notes he found online (at the office) and me getting frustrated by the brick wall we are hitting and no one really benefitting from the expense of words and breath.
but anyways. it did serve to add a slight layer of depth to this massive bulk of a man. SLIGHT layer.
anyways. i don't know why you had to read that. mostly because i am really dry on writing material and i figured it would be dead and gone forever if i didn't write something so there you have it.
nonsense babblings for the sake of not killing my desire to write at all.
posted by emily harrison at 6:50 AM
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