i could go to sleep right now at my desk and most likely no one here at work would notice.
one day, in fact, i went to go talk to my supervisor in her cube. i usually do a small hop in the air about half a foot or so to get a glimpse of the top of her head before entering. this day i didn't see any orange sprouts so i turned the corner and walked into her cube. i nearly stepped on her face. there she was stretched out on the floor a nappin. "Oh" she said, "people don't usually come back this far." which made me wonder does she do this often?
I also shared an office at one time with a woman, who had several small, fat children and a real lout for a husband. his name was Auggie. they had no money and were always fighting and looking for spare change to buy Chicken McNuggets for dinner. she was tired all the time. she'd come into work a good forty minutes late and plop down in her chair and just sit there with her coat still on and her purse hanging off her arm, not saying nothing for a while. then she'd pick up the phone and yak and yak and yak --to her cousin, to her mother, to her brother's ex-wife, to anyone who would listen -- for the rest of the morning until it was time for lunch. she'd would then sift through the fluff and long lost tampons in the bottom of her purse for spare change to buy a heaping mound of nachos that would coat the small office with a greasy, cheesy film.
after lunch she'd begin working. she was not bright. she was very dumb. my supervisor, when she was not napping, would help her out as best she could. she bought her a dictionary. i'd often see the dictionary on her desk beneath a gallon of Coke. one day she too fell asleep and snored. this is the truth. she had a delicate snore considering her enormous mass. the kind of snore that i could put up with in a loved one -- but not in a co-worker. i reached for my stapler and banged it on my desk. she jerked awake, slurped some coke and got on the horn to her father in-law’s ex-wife, Patty in Yuba City.
so perhaps i will put my noggin on the desk and pass out. g'night
this made me laugh:
this is my auntie margaret in Paisley, Scotland. we're going to visit her August 2nd. she's not doing well. her memory is shot. she forgets things very quickly. when we saw her last year and took her to a pub for a meal she asked if we were going to order looking around for a menu. the waiter had just taken her order for scampi and chips. she has a good appetite and cleaned the plate. 
i could go to sleep right now at my desk and most likely no one here at work would notice.
i don't feel so doofy that a tiny bit of moisture formed in the corners of my eye sockets this morning watching floyd.
"Here's to Men. To guys who want to take longer drives with fewer pit stops....to guys that want to spend less time in the bathroom and more time fishing!"
uh, so not true....sorry, sorry, sorry.
