gum does not make things better.

i stormed into mr. t's office and told him, "i can't deal with him anymore".

"what?" he asked. "who's there?"

i told him it was my boss, and i told him why.

mr. t tried to give me a piece of gum. um. no.

"no!" i said and left.

a few minutes later, he came into my office and tried to give me the piece of gum again (i guess technically it could have been a different piece of gum). he tossed it on my desk, and i threw it him.

i continued working, and he smacked my knuckle with his knuckle. wtf.

wishy-washy?

this morning carl and i were talking about optimism. a book said that you should be an eternal optimist. carl said he disagrees with that.

"i think that's very wishy-washy," he said.

um. what?

i asked him if he knows what "wishy-washy" means, and he said, "i guess not :)"

i told him it means "indecisive". and he said, "oh. i guess i mean cheesy."

sake margarita!

my first sake margarita. it was okay. better than a regular margarita because those are usually too sweet for me. please ignore carl trying to hold up his napkin to create a black background.

wtf.

i just had to call mr. t because the guy from the shredding company is here with three new bins and wanted to know where they go. so, mr. t said "they can go by the pink ones. you know, the ones you  hate. maybe they can marry each other."