If you thought i wasn’t going to talk about the bathroom at my office this time around the bloggers’ block, you are wrong-arino. Somebody used the last of the air freshener spray in the upstairs bathroom and it never got replaced, leaving me no choice but to use my signature crazy person’s figure-8 windmill arm move for waving the useless plastic gel-smell thingy around. It is awesome and surprisingly effective, though it makes my shoulders ache.
In other office news, it seems the ghost (haunted office for real) made off with some Chex mix sometime between 9:00 and 10:30 a.m. Do you have a halloween story to beat that? I DID NOT THINK SO.
The Mazda dealership courtesy driver this morning could not have been more than 18 or 19 years old with kind of a shaggy hipster haircut and cool glasses. He was really quiet on our morning trip but by afternoon he had warmed up considerably and told me all about his summer project making and selling Adirondack chairs on craigslist with his girlfriend down in Smyrna. They were planning to finish one up tonight — a special blue one that someone commissioned, and all they had left to do was paint the Bud Lite logo on it. Work it, Dakota the Courtesy Driver. Work it.
The links for today are as follows:
For Procrastinators and other people who love Miranda July
For Storytellers and people who love/ have tattoos