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Month: July 2003

kicking pidgeons

I’ve been guilted into going camping, and it has turned into a giant ordeal.

I walked in today and there was a scary, purple sandwich on my desk. There’s also some soup from an MRE on the bookcase to my left.

My computer here is very slow.

My train has been late every day this week, both inbound and outbound.

They are putting a Krispy Kreme in Union Station.

My tea is lukewarm. And suggary.

Another hour until lunch.

she’s pregnant!

More security stories, or at least more security story.

There is a security lady who is always trying to elicit responses from the business men and women by yelling out her few catch phrases:

“Tuesday! It’s a tuesday today! It’s not Monday anymore!”
“Friday everybody! We’ve got a Friday here, everybody has to be happy!”

She does more than that, and I think on Mondays, since there’s nothing much to look at as good, she just mutters something about fun weekends and the such.

I assumed she was jovial. I assumed she was trying to make a pleasant work (or at least security) environment for the people who pass through her metal detectors.

I was horribly, horribly wrong.

See, she’s actually just crazy. I realized this when, after going in, I stopped to tie my shoe. Nobody else was around this lady and, since I had ducked down in covert mode, she didn’t know I was still around.

Despite that she was proclaiming it to just her fellow security workers, and proclaiming it quite loudly, she continued to yell out as loud as she comfortably could.

“We’ve got Tuesday! Not Monday anymore but a Tuesday everybody!”

I stopped for a good minute waiting to see how long it lasted, and if anyone actually was coming. The answers to these two questions being “forever” and “no, nobody was.”

There are two men looking in the window at me. That’s a bit spooky.

Moving on, but not really, heightened security has also had an affect on this nation’s distribution of StreetWise. I noticed the bum who sells it ouside of Union station has a seemingly state-issued photo ID. Perhaps some less-than-ethical people were distributing bootleg StreetWise copies and merchandise.

The people handing out real papers, or what passes for them, did not have photo IDs. Although one fellow, passing out the Red Streak, insisted on calling it the “Red Streams”.

eating pie for fun and profit

I guess trains just don’t work if it starts drizzling.

I had to take a different line because my primary method of getting to my internship had mechanical failures. Or mechanical problems. Or something that’s probably a mechanical engineer’s fault. Or that at least has the word mechanical in it.

Mechanical.

As I sip my cold Starbucks tea, I ponder what to write.

My tea is very cold. See, Starbucks keeps their water at temperatures which can melt time. So I typically set it aside to cool off because my toungue has a much lower melting point than that of time. I then proceed to forget about it while I’m enraptured in my engaging work tasks, and then by the time I glance over at it, it has morphed with no outside forces into iced tea.

Which, I suppose, is good — Starbucks iced tea is $2 more than hot tea, so my tea has appreciated in value.

So, to Andy, who wants a scam to make big money — there you go. Put all your money in tea. It’s going to pay off huge.