Everyone is really great, but we do spend a lot of time together. When we're not home together, we're carpooling *together* to the job where we all work...
in the same double-cubicle, together. We go home together and watch either KU Basketball or BattleStar Galactica on the television set downstairs. Together. Together. Together.
So, practically speaking, what gets accomplished with so much concentrated intellectual ability? We're the creme of the crop, right? I mean *Intel* picked us up, for crying out loud, and gave us a bunch of $ to relocate more than 1700 miles. I'll try to paint as clear depiction of a typical day at the office as I can:
Pick Headphones over Food, Given the Choice
I pull off my headphones to Kelly wailing away about a loser boyfriend to Travis and Craig debating fried seafood.
Travis: I like fishsticks.
Craig: Fishsticks aren't real seafood.
Travis: Why not?
Craig: Because they're just not. I like fried shrimp, but I can't do coconut shrimp. I don't really like coconut.
Adam: I coconut-ted your mom last night.
(Pause)
Travis: ... So?
Me: Nice comeback, Travis.
Travis: Shut up. You don't know.
At this point, I grab a buck and head to the vending machines. I notice another girl walking my way and silently hope she's headed the same place: it's just so rare to see another girl in the building. But, she turns at the restrooms instead.
Oh well. She was kind of dressed up, an indication that she might work in Business/Marketing a couple of buildings away and is just passing through. I'll probably never see her again.
Back to the vending machines, where water is an unnacceptable $1.25. I know that my self-respect will suffer if I spend that much on water. But if I don't get something, it's a wasted trip. Some obsessive-compulsive tendency surfaces and I decide I must get *something.* I opt for beef jerky, which is salty... and I'm thirsty. It's $.65, though, so I get it and return to my desk.
By the time I get back, Adam and Travis are apparently engaged in warfare:
Travis: Ha! I stuck it to you.
(Craig, anticipating Adam's next remark, is already snickering)
Adam: I stuck it to your mom last night.
(Travis, red, flips back around to his computer screen)
Travis: You don't know.
Me: Travis, your comebacks suck.
Travis: Ha!
I sit back down and pull back on the headphones. Adam, Travis and Craig fade to the background of Track 6:
It's like I can't breathe, without you inside of me. Nothing but you, I'm addicted...
I am really grateful for headphones. With action like this diverting my attention, I'd never get anything done.
Piercing
I got the nose ring Tuesday evening. Craig came along, too, so I wouldn't have to make the trip to Sacramento by myself. Here's the promised pic. It's really subtle, so it's kind of difficult to get a shot of the thing.
*Note* I know that I posted a pic of the wrong nostril last post. I had a last minute change of thought and pierced the right instead. I thought about reversing the image, but that's just too much work for a lazy Saturday...
Cali Pics
I'm about to throw up an insane amount of pictures from this California experience, so far... from the road trip to eating out in Folsom, California. When I do, I'll post the link here. (Seriously, by *insane* I mean hundreds. Before you click, be warned).
Long post, whew... I'm going to close here and make some soup.
Later!
-T.
