Thursday, December 24, 2009

I Love My Job

Dancing bears that disturb the singing foxes whose singing piss off the bears.

A bit text heavy, but oh my goodness, so awesome!

I wish I were a comma expert though. That would make life easier.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Elf Yourself, Mister

Eva sent the photos we took at the dress shop--and this is what I did with it, plus a fish head.

Tis the season!

Monday, December 21, 2009

I Work in a Button Factory

Did your music teacher ever make you sing the Joe/Button Factory song? This NYTimes article by Mindy Kaling kind of reminds me of it.

I know what she means though when people think you're grown up--a designer thought I might be old enough to have children. It was odd at first, but I guess I do dress pretty homely/practical compared to my single counterparts in publishing. Sometimes I have cute outfits, but mostly I dress in something comfortable and warm, and that's mostly JCrew instead of H&M. And I wear comfortable ballet flats or flat boots instead of booties and heels.

I get more that people think I'm still in college though and that is fine too. The woman at Trader Joe's commented on my mom's Santa pin, which I bought for her from a junk sale at school in 1st grade. The woman asked if I was grown-up and apologized for not being able to tell. I think it's difficult to tell with Asians especially though. People think my mom is my sister or that my aunt is my sister, and that's fine with me--just as long as they don't think I'm their mom or aunt.

Who really wants to be grown up though?

Jon was saying that he was looking forward to our 10th anniversary of knowing each other--10 years! That's a long time. But then again, I've known friends for even longer--and that's pretty mind-blowing to think how old we all are getting...and how many of us are reproducing...but still how young we are, which is nice too.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


My shoe's heel came off (again). Luckily (after searching my usual paths--I'm like an African mammal that uses tracks to escape ugly reptiles--that guy, pictured above), I found it at my desk.

I need more super glue.


A pigeon in Times Square pooped on me as I made my way to work. I spotted a smidgen of white poop on the left shoulder of my coat as I hung it up. I ran to the bathroom to check my hair and get a paper towel to wipe up that poop.

Yesterday, I saw a pigeon whose feathers were ripped pretty roughly out of its lower back. It looked shaved, but its flesh was so pink and spotted with red. I believe this is what happens to pigeons when they're run over by taxis. It made me gag thinking about it on my way to work.

Did you know white pelicans eat other birds' babies? It's vile. And white pelicans are growing in population rapidly. Those ugly seals should eat the pelicans instead of the chin-strapped baby penguins.

I'm really happy I eat meat. Gotta get them, before they get you.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Secret Santa

So I got my boss. Gift limits are between 10-15 bucks. Any ideas?


Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The Stinky Cheese Man Made My Boss Fart

Jon Scieszka made my boss laugh so hard that she farted.


I was sitting next to her.

It was awkward because she acknowledged it...and that it was saying, "Excuse me."


Jon was a pretty hilarious guy--if not a little surprisingly crude. He said that his mom still feels compelled to give him and his five brothers Christmas gifts--so she makes "shitty" things and sends them out. Potty mouth, eh?

He likes to find the irony in things, like:

"Milking his ambassadorship" by having children bow hello and bye to him. Mind you, in one instance, he was in a Catholic Church. So he's at the altar, Jesus hanging from a cross behind him, kids in uniform (one in a wheelchair), bowing repeatedly toward him. Err...there's video of this, but I think he's the only one who owns it. He went a little too far when he joked about healing the kid in the wheelchair, I think,...though it would have been nice if it were true.

Having the head of the Library of Congress do a robot dance...and other members of the elite literary world...

He had some fun stories about meeting the Bush family as well.

Still, I don't think I can ever forget that today is the day when Rosa Parks was too tired to get up for a white guy (who probably sat on his ass all day at work anyway) and the day my boss farted.


The date and time were open goddammit!

I called to see what was up with their system, and Ruth was not helpful at all.

Kleinfeld appt. line, you're at the bottom of my nice list.

Sushi Lunch

So I went back to the sushi place--Taki. It's not the best, but for two rolls, soup, and salad, it's not terrible either. (I'm looking at you Yummy Sushi--aka Yucky Sushi, and expensive too!)

I placed my order online and should have received a discount, but I was overly anxious and got to the place 30 secs after my order was printed. So they charged me the going rate--without the online discount. And that's fine because I didn't tip them. Which turned out to be even better that I didn't because the bag that they gave me had 3 sodas that the woman next to me ordered.

Good thing this place was across the street.

And the sushi wasn't half bad today either...with soy sauce that is.


My coworker usually has good music playing from her little sound system--but lately it's been bagpipe music and weird female vocal kind of songs. It sounds like Cindy Lauper singing a mellow pop tune. I think it's a CD.
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