February 2012
8 posts
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Since our offices are moving to the Empire Plaza soon, I was looking into rates for the YMCA branch there (I’m better about working out if a gym is convenient and this is within walking distance of my office). This is what I learned:
the cost of the Empire Plaza branch is cheaper, at $35* for an individual rate. It should be noted that this rate only allows you access to the Empire Plaza...
Silver linings...
Roomie: “…have to go to Planned Parenthood”
Me: “Watch out for the protestors”
Roomie: “Actually, they help me figure out where they are! I usually have a hard time finding their offices until I see them in front”
Me: “Huh. Never thought they’d actually be useful! There’s one way to look at it.”
office spaced
Co1: Can you call Co2 and ask if they got that email I sent regarding Tuesday’s meeting?
Me: Sure! (calls) Co1 wants me to ask if you received the email he sent regarding Tuesday’s meeting
Co2: Yep! I sent a reply. Did he get it?
Me (to Co1): They got it and sent a reply. Did you get it?
Co1: Yeah, I got it
Me (to Co2): He got it. Thanks! (hangs up)
Me (to Co1): You know...
The alarms on this phone are funny.
The very first wake up call is very gentle and audibly oozes into being: “Hi, honey. It’s morning time, the sun has risen, the birds are chirping. Rise and shine!”
If I choose to snooze, however, the music changes tune and each subsequent alarm becomes the audio equivalent of Gwen from that Margaret Cho skit: “HI, MY NAME US GWEN AND...
I was thinking about something this evening. Sojourner Truth’s poem, “Ain’t I a woman?” was taught to me in school as if it were written in the vernacular of the slaves, which was an edited version. Truth’s first language was Dutch and she was, from what I gather from reading about her life, quite witty, intelligent, and very well-spoken. Why, then, would somebody...
I was thinking about something this evening. Sojourner Truth’s poem, “Ain’t I a woman?” was taught to me in school as if it were written in the vernacular of the slaves, which was an edited version. Truth’s first language was Dutch and she was, from what I gather from reading about her life, quite witty, intelligent, and very well-spoken. Why, then, would somebody...
XD
Proof that I am colorblind:
I thought, “Why are they bleeping out ‘ninjas’?” when looking at the title of a Jay-Z song labeled “Ni**as in Paris”
