Posted by: icagirl on: May 9, 2008
Staring down at the pile of papers before me, I tried to think clearly. Girl, keep breathing I told myself. I remained calm, thinking of a plausible way out of the current situation. I was getting dangerously close to a full-on panic attack.
Posted by: icagirl on: May 8, 2008
Boy works. Girl works.
Boy works really, really hard with (I’m guessing) complicated things. Girl works… not so hard with less complicated things (numbers).
My job isn’t too difficult. Sure, it’s crazy sometimes, but there’s a general rhythm to my less-than-spiffy routine. No matter how busy I was yesterday (and I was CRAZY busy both Monday and [...]
Posted by: orboy on: May 8, 2008
I’ve been working a lot lately. I worked through last weekend, and working nights after coming home from work. I’m finding that I’m quickly “burning out.” My workload hasn’t changed, but my motivation for doing the work has. And this is not so much perceptual motivation – if there is such a thing. What I [...]
Posted by: icagirl on: May 8, 2008
The other night, I was watching Sleepless in Seattle. That movie used to be my sister’s absolute favorite movie of all time (it has since then been knocked off the top spot by Disney’s Beauty and the Beast). I found it while cleaning this past weekend (It’s an old VHS and therefore, had been stored), [...]
Posted by: icagirl on: May 2, 2008
It was time for morning rounds, thus Jason and I headed over to Building 2. On the way, we stopped at the security station for an envelope that was delivered for me. Both security guards were staring (with alertness) at one of the security monitors. I said “hello” (though not very loudly) and then I [...]
Posted by: orboy on: May 2, 2008
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“I know it’s wrong, but it feels so good”
Posted by: orboy on: May 2, 2008
What if I don’t want a beer? That’s not going to make things any better. Besides, I don’t drink (much), so a beer is nothing to me. Why does everyone think buying someone else a beer is going to make up for their mistakes? Or… wait… that’s it. They plan to get you so drunk [...]
Posted by: icagirl on: May 2, 2008
So, I’m sick, if you can call it that. I’m in extreme amounts of pain, but I’m still at work (though I had to leave yesterday, whatevs). I guess people handle pain differently. My brain does a funky I’m-going-to-keep-working-but-you’re-not-going-to-know thing. Today’s fun example:
