I left the office at 12:10 today, a few minutes after most of the architects wandered off in a pack to have lunch. I spent a while figuring out how to lock up the office before I got it right, so when I finally headed out I was 10 minutes behind the Architect Posse. The deli they went to is only about 8 blocks away from the office, but my destination lay half a mile further on, over the hill to the park.
I caught up with the architects before they even reached the deli. I tromped to the park, ate my lunch, and tromped back. When the architects came back I was sitting at my desk calmly filling out shipping forms and not at all out of breath, and a few people almost lost their lower jaws permanently.
This is why everyone should walk three and a half miles in San Francisco and one mile in Berkeley five days a week. Who needs a gym?
Posted by dianna at June 25, 2004 01:48 PMSee, look, you can comment now. I'm done being a fascist. Wheeee.
Posted by: Dianna at June 25, 2004 01:49 PMRight. That is why Jacob should dump me and date a nice democratic girl who he can keep up with. Like Michele.
Tromp l'oeil!
Posted by: Dianna at June 25, 2004 02:19 PMI should quit my job at the architecture office and work at Home Despot. Or Office Despot.
Ooooh. Hardware. Office supplies. I, uh, need to excuse myself for a moment.
Posted by: Dianna at June 25, 2004 02:37 PM