Last night at 410 Boyd, my drinking buddy Big Papi talked about life as a minority at an Ivy league university and in the mainly old white dudes law practices. He said that he actually appreciates the fact that other people underestimate him. “They think I’m lazy or stupid or something else. So I work harder. And when it’s my time to shine, those fools won’t even know what hit them,” he said. “The Art of War,” I added. “Damn straight!” He put ’em up and we high-fived. Same thing applies to the administrative professionals. Some people think of them...
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…for my smart ass mouth. * A coworker walked by saying something something…either “I could eat a horse” or “I just peed like a horse”. Me: Wait. Did you just say a horse or a whore? Him: *laugh* Both. Me: So…you’re a whore horse? Erin: He could be a horse whore. Me: A horse whore? Erin: [Knowingly] …yeah… Me: But being a horse whore, isn’t that kind of… Erin: I’m not going there… Me: …donkey show-ish? Erin: …and you just have to go there, don’t you? When I told this to Brandon later last night. Me: You know, nobody else...
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I think I am now qualified as the High Priestess of the Cult of Fresh & Easy. I just put the Fresh & Easy blog on my Google Reader. ETA: I started a new blog – Temple of Fresh & Easy. Join me in my obsession, won’t you?...
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Seriously. Friday was a combination of hard work and fun. Nhien and I managed not to hurt ourselves while moving all sorts of boxes of our printed matter around the office and worked up a pretty good appetite. We grabbed Celeste and Pat and headed to Sushi Go 55 and the rest is over there. We came back just in time for me to throw the office birthday party. With yummy stuff from Delilah Bakery, everyone had a happy afternoon, all hopped up on sugar! I mean, all 6′ 5″ of Canadian Greg scooted over to us on this thing...
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As of today, I am certifiably, clinically proven NOT crazy. It’s just a part of the grieving process, I was told. That will be all....
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Celeste, Nhien and I ran into The New Guy in the parking lot yesterday. He asked where we were heading off to. Celeste said, “You want to come with us? We’re going to pho.” [Pronounced: fuh] TNG just looked at me with an expression I now know as the “I’m not going to go there” look. And of course, I just had to go there on his behalf and for everyone’s entertainment. “The noodles, TNG. We’re going to get Vietnamese noodles,” I told him. Celeste and Nhien caught on and started laughing. “I thought you were going to get hot...
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