Pablo Escobar

You know for like a full minute this morning on the bus I totally forgot that I was on my way to work and I was happy?

The sun was shining, I had new shoes, was reading Emma (which is just as good the 500th time you're reading it as it was the first time...maybe better because you know what's coming and you smile in anticipation) and all was well.

I snapped out of it pretty quick though. Woman beside me on the bus wouldnt't get up to let me out of my seat. One of my bags (the one with my heavy shoes in it) might have hit her on the way out...

Here I am. But its Friday. And there is nothing bad about Friday. Except the work part. But if you can get through that part, then you're good.

I hope that you all enjoyed little Pablo Escobar's blog debut last night (if you haven't seen it yet, scroll down to last night's post). Perhaps we (I mean you Marshall) can crop some of the other shots of him "working" to post so that we can all enjoy a little more Pablo. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: We all need a little more Pablo Escobar in our lives.

Yeah no I've never said that. And I realize that the real Pablo Escobar wasn't exactly a humanitarian (I watch Entourage).

So I think that I have been scaring some of the new kids with my joie de vivre. There are 2 girls (both competent and nice so I'm thinking they are lost?) that end up in the lunchroom at the same time as Anna and I and some of the guys that are also not super thrilled with their "careers" as is. Sometimes because of the excruciating boredom these breaks get a little out of hand.

There might be some "your mom..." stuff happening. Really classy. Everything becomes an innuendo. Its a mess. And these 2 girls...I don't think they know what to do with it.

Its not that I really care per se...more that I have nothing for you today and this is what popped into my head. I'm sure they will adjust.

For the past couple of days this girl (we shall call her Edna...I might have mentioned her before but I have no idea in what context and I don't care to look through all my posts to find it...you can though, perhaps you have studying or chores you are putting off and you are happy for the distraction...let me know what you find) has been away sick. She is really unhappy here too (we all are, its amazing that the managers don't realize this and try and do something about it) and she says to me this morning "Is it bad that I'm sad I'm not in pain anymore and have to be here?"

I told her that it was totally normal. Then she started to describe her nightmares about this place. Apparently the spreadsheets that she deals with turned into people and she had to mark them off, but it meant that she was killing them? But it was just routine, the killing.

Messed right?

We think that this is her subconscious telling her that she needs to get out of here because this place is bad for her soul, its trapped in hell.

Good post right? I know, I amaze myself.

I don't even know how I am going to wrap this amazingness up...A joke perhaps? My very favourite joke ever. Ready?

Two peanuts were walking down the street. One was a salted.

Oh man, that gets me every time (althought it might work better when you just hear it...)

Leave me comments! They are the only way I know how to measure my self worth. And lately, my self worth has been severely lacking. And I have to go out this weekend in skinny jeans so we need to pump me up!