I went out and took some pictures around the offic…
I went out and took some pictures around the office and outside, but as my computer here at work doesn’t have a CD-ROM, I can’t upload the software for my camera right now. I’ll have to wait until I get home. Try not to be too dissapointed, ok? It’s not like you are stuck in an office listening to your babbling office-workers who never stop talking in their high-pitched whiny voices even for a single second and you forgot to bring any CDs to listen to, now is it? Or maybe it is, in which case you have my empathy. It’s my fault for forgetting to bring music to drown them out, though, so I can’t really complain. At least it isn’t too cold in here. There were a couple of air conditioning company guys poking around in here this morning, but apparently they haven’t figured out how to restore the igloo-like atmoshere. I suppose it could have something to do with my using superglue on the air conditioning controls, but really, it could be anything.
It is storming outside right now, the whole thunder-and-lightning, dark-clouds-and-wind-and-rain sort of thing. I do love summer thunderstorms.
I am reading through ‘A Man for all Seasons’, and I must say it is quite good. Consider this passage:
MORE: Childish.
RICH: Well, in suffering, certainly.
MORE: (Interested) Buy a man with suffering?
RICH: Impose suffering, and offer him–escape.
MORE: Oh. For a moment I thought you were being profound.
Delicious.
Is it just me or do women make a lot more noise when they inhale during laughter than men do? Or is this just a Chinese woman thing? Or maybe it’s just the women in my office?
I know, it sounds like the women in my office are driving me insane because I am some kind of misogynist, but I assure you that that is not the case. They’re driving me insane because they’re evil! No, seriously, there’s nothing wrong with inhaling loudly when one laughs. It just happens to drive me up the wall, eclipsing whatever it was that prompted the laughter in the first place.
Speaking of laughter, I have tried to use the most light-hearted sounds for my email inbox’s incoming mail alert, but whatever I choose, within a short time it comes have the same effect on me as the sound of an enemy unsheathing a scythe. I used to have an unnaturally happy blond woman’s voice saying “Excuse me!”, but I grew to hate that woman with a passion for her interruptions. Now I have Curly from the Three Stooges making the “Whoo-whoo-whoo” sound he used for filler when he forgot a line, and as hard as it is for me to hate Curly, I still cringe when I hear it. Indeed, I fear that I have robbed myself of any enjoyment I may have had from certain portions of The Three Stooges in the future. Damn this job, anyway!
