May 03, 2005
Starting Monday, I will be sharing my desk at work with a cute boy. He's our new intern, an architecture student of some kind who'll be working with us for the summer (I'm fuzzy on the details because, obviously, I was paying attention to the important points). Since there's no room for anyone anywhere in our current office, he'll be sitting up front with me until it's time to move to our snazzy new building. What? I was brought up well. I know not to look a gift horse, or a gift of convenient and reasonably attractive eye candy, in the mouth.
In profile is a much better way to look anyway.
Posted by dianna at May 3, 2005 04:27 PM
Since there's no room for extra chairs in the current office, I'm sure he'll just have to sit in your lap.
Jacob, I heartily endorse your response. Good thinking, that man.
how old is he? invite him to something. and/or take pictures. and/or email me full name and let's google stalk.
You know, if I hide the office manager's chair, the next best place to sit will probably be on the roll of drawings under my desk. What? Other chairs in the conference room? I don't know anything about that. Back under the desk, you.
Mich, he's gotta be older than 14, so do you really have any interest in stalking him? Seriously. I mean he probably even has primary male sex characteristics. This guy is not for you.
i can like men whose balls have dropped, gene.
On the other hand, if he appeared to be over the age of 20, would I bother to mention him? Hardly.
You should inform them that, since there are no more chairs, he has to sit on your friend Jason's lap. Twelve blocks away. Assure him I have a recline option.
and at jason's lap office, you get off early and often.
dianna, have you ever been to green apple books?
holy crap, did you already mail me that check? if you haven't, dood don't. i just realized that you shouldn't be paying.
Too late, Michele, I already did. And I'm paying for both my sister and myself, and if you have a problem with that you'll have to repay it in cookies or not at all. Seriously.
Jason, you should make up a business card offering yourself as a well-reputed provider of emergency seating solutions. When he comes in on Monday I'll tell him he's responsible for finding his own chair and he'll have to get on his motorcycle (!) and go check you out.
No, I haven't been to green apple books. What is it?
a used/new book store on clement and 6th.
but it's your birthday! you shouldn't pay! someone else back me up here!
Holy crap, woman! You shouldn't pay. We'll pay.
And Green Apple books is the coolest book store. They have lots of books.
Dianna should not pay! (And I don't care, madam, if you just happen to owe me the exact same dollar amount for something totally unrelated, you definitely shouldn't pay me back this way!)
But since I'm 80 miles away she outsmarted me by the cunning expedient of ignoring my tiny little faraway cries. Maybe if everyone gangs up we can stop her, playground style. Someone can hold her arms, and someone else can dump $52 worth of pennies into her underpants.
You guys have absolutely the wrong refrain here. It's supposed to be, "You'll pay for this!" Not, "You won't pay for this!" Do you understand nothing of dramatic custom?
katie, if i tear up the check that dianna mailed me paying for herself and you, will you give me $26 when i see you on saturday? (plus a few dollars for your share of dianna's. possibly 3. or maybe 2. this goes for the rest of you too. and dianna, you can be quiet, you are not invited in to this conversation on your own webpage.)
Mmmf! Frmmf mmf! Gmmf fmmffmmf ghmfmfmf fmmf mmmf! Rrrrghghhmmmgfff!
seriously. we can all throw down $3 extra dollars without breaking the bank i bet.
Michele, tear it up good. I will of course bring you 26+more dollars.
Just for this, Di, you have to eat a bunch of sugary food and then go on a lot of rollercoasters. See how you like that.
suck it dianna! (also, re-balance your checkbook).
I think I'll like it pretty well, actually. Thanks, guys.
Katie, I will settle my score with you separately. You haven't seen the end of this, etc. Do you think Mom got her flowers yet?