Friday, February 15, 2002
I know it's late. We're going to pull out the hide-a-bed in the living room and watch Tampopo on DVD 'til the wee hours. As I said earlier, it's *FRIDAY*.
G'night!
I saw an ad for what is unfortunately being touted as a woman's energy drink (along the lines of Red Bull and the like). What makes it a "woman's drink", apparently, is the lack of calories, sugar, and carbs. Wait a minute, don't tell me there aren't any men out there trying to lose weight! Hell, half the shills in the SlimFast commercials are men!
It's *FRIDAY*. That phrase sounds particularly wonderful today. It's a little after 10 and I'm yawning and yawning 'til my eyes water, and, God help me, I have seven more hours to go.
I just read that snails can sleep for three years. Sounds like a plan!
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Random urban legend
This is something that happened to me earlier in the week. I reckon it's as good a way to start a 'blog as any.
I overflowed a toilet here at work. Isn't that terrible? The, uh, important parts of my toilet "experience" were flushed on the first go-'round. I waited until the toilet stopped running, the water rose a bit, and I thought, "Huh, it shouldn't overflow, should it?"
Only paper was left (really). I flushed again, then watched as the paper went nowhere and the water came up--and over. Horrified, I shoved up my sleeve and physically shoved the paper through the toilet, then ran to the sink to wash my arm thoroughly. I halfheartedly sopped up a little of the overflow with some paper toweling, but it didn't make much of a dent.
Luckily, our bathroom is tiled with a big drain in the middle of the floor, so all the water immediately went there. (The bathroom at my gym is carpeted. That would suck.) Also luckily, there are far fewer women than men here, and most of them were already gone for the day.
The office admin was on the phone when I came out, so I passed her a note saying a toilet had overflowed, that it looked pretty clean in there, and that everything was draining okay, but should we tell someone? She came over after she got off the phone, thanked me for the note, and said everything looks okay. She thought it had overflowed before I went in, but I (bravely? crazily?) told her I had done it--rather, my *toilet paper* had. (Honestly.)
Anyway, it's no big deal. She was going to leave a note for the cleaning staff to mop the floor in there, but otherwise, not a prob, Bob. In fact, she knows a few people who've been having similar problems with their toilets not flushing right lately. We think it might be the water table all out of whack with the melting snow. Or something.
::sigh::
