Thursday, April 17, 2008

Trivial Pursuit.

We all know this is an amazing game, but that is beside the point. One of the questions posed asks what this number (listed below) calls in the United States. My sister called it, I called it, and now, it's your turn to call it. 


Make the Call.

I Love My Job.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Eighth Wonder.

Some People Love Them; Most People Hate Them; Everyone Wishes They Had Them... Special Agent Dana Skully's Bangs Truly are the Eighth Wonder of the World.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Delightfully Awkward

Whilst working EXTREMELY hard at my job, a coworker and friend who is, in no other words, delightfully awkward, decided to comment on my latest post. She was simply agreeing with prior comments about said post. Unfortunately for everyone involved (she and I, and everyone else in the LRC), she commented under my user name. What does this mean?

It means I said "ok, look, i agree. this was a good one" to myself.

While I do find this entertaining, she thought it was wildly amusing and erupted into bursts of laughter. At this exact moment, a patron approached the counter.

"Am I interrupting?"

no response.

As I returned to the counter with his movie, we explained the reason for the uncontrollable laughter. Rather than simply walking away as if we were absolutely crazy, this wonderful patron informed us that his sister calls him merely to ask if he will comment on her blog... Then, he actually thanked us for reminding him to both read and comment on his dear sister's little bloggy.

So congratulations, self, you've done it again.

Yellow Taxi Creme.

Several weeks ago, I made a horrible decision. Having left my pink nail polish at home, I was lost and confused about how I should repaint my nails before work. I could not just leave my nails splotchy; no way. I certainly did not want to spend the 99 cents on a new bottle of pink polish, as I already have approximately four containers of it in my own apartment. Then suddenly, whilst perousing the limited nail polish section in the Twilight Zone, something called to me. It was the container of Yellow Taxi Creme nail polish. I do not know what possessed me into thinking yellow nail polish would be a good idea, but I bought it. This may have been one of the worst decisions I have made all year. After painting my nails this atrocious color, I realized what I had done and quickly began peeling the yellow devastation off of my hands. I never painted my nails yellow again. In fact, the bottle of Yellow Taxi Creme still remains in the LRC, waiting for someone to finally throw it away-to throw all the yellow nail polish in the world away.

And then at work yesterday, a girl came in with those exact same Yellow Taxi Creme nails...I do not know this girl, but it was probably one of the worst decisions she has made all year.