I feel I have opened one too many umbrellas inside.
For instance: the really nice umbrella I decided to borrow from Jim today. I take it out of the closet, press the button, and not only does it open, it flies off it’s own stick, in all it’s dark green and blue plaid glory. Upon further inspection, it turns out it’s completely unable to close again.
So… it’s open. So, I use it.
Yesterday, my boss called me whilst I was in a lab.
“You’re going to hate me.”
“What do you mean?” I reply, a little nervous. “How could I possibly hate you, Traci?”
“Well, I forgot to approve your time card.”
Truth is, I don’t hate her. It’s just a little strange, trying to figure out how to get paid when dealing with the man.
Just for clarification, Traci’s not the man. The man exists elsewhere, keeping my money from me.
I would like to apologize to all blind people. In other news, I made my first real elbow macaroni with cheese. Real macaroni, real cheddar, real good. Real easy, too.
Check this out. I’m designing like a tornado.