Peter Gibbons: Our high school guidance counselor used to ask us what you'd do if you had a million dollars and you didn't have to work. And invariably what you'd say was supposed to be your career. So, if you wanted to fix old cars then you're supposed to be an auto mechanic.
Samir: So what did you say?
Peter Gibbons: I never had an answer. I guess that's why I'm working at Initech.
Michael Bolton: No, you're working at Initech because that question is bullshit to begin with. If everyone listened to her, there'd be no janitors, because no one would clean shit up if they had a million dollars.
Samir: You know what I would do if I had a million dollars? I would invest half of it in low risk mutual funds and then take the other half over to my friend Asadulah who works in securities...
Michael Bolton:Samir, you're missing the point. The point of the exercise is that you're supposed to figure out what you would want to do if...
[printer starts beeping]
Michael Bolton: "PC Load Letter"? What the f*ck does that mean?
B was up all night sick and I had to be in the office around 5:30-6 this morning to prepare for a meeting - so this was me....
Since I let you see me, I might as well show you the current state of my little cube in our cube farm.
I don't claim to be the neatest, cleanest, most organized ANYTHING, but right now my cube is destroyed. There are no OSHA or health violations though - that plastic container held chili only ~ 6 hrs ago.
That is my pathetic attempt at personalization. I am only going to be here 9 more months, so I thought I would spend my precious time elsewhere.
I would put more interesting pictures up, but the nuclear industry isn't really down with me sharing the goods to the world, so that will have to wait for another day.
And because I am pretty...
In B news, he is still sick :(, so I have been cooking. Wait, is that what I should even call it? I have been yucking. Seriously. Now I am in no state of denial regarding my cooking... I know I have a couple dishes that turn out pretty well, but outside of chili, dinners w/ cream of chicken soup, and fish, you girl ain't sh@t in an apron... but really, what do you expect from a girl who ate peanuts and Wendy's 2 side salads and a chili for four years? Anyway - the problem right now is that my typically delicious (ehh... edible) meals are "ugh". I made a pot of chili on Tuesday since it has been cold and B could take it for lunch. I was determined to use my new crock pot, so I threw all the raw ingredients in and Waaaa la... over-cooked beans and completely dry chili! Last night I tried this chicken casserole (anything w/ cream of chicken soup comes out decent), but I didn't cook the INSTANT rice long enough or didn't put enough water... and WHAAA LA... gross. I have two more nights to redeem myself, although we will probably end up going out.
I thought about giving you guys a little insight into what I do, but I shall save that for another day as well...
I am about to pee in my pants if I do not get to see Milk or Revolutionary Road soon. Bless Jerry Falwell and Lynchburg for essentially banning multiculturalism in this small town - WHITE CHRISTIANS ONLY ALLOWED! YEAH! Ok, I shouldn't say things like that, I know. My mom taught be better than that, and I am supposed to be working on tolerance and embracing the conservative looneys. Eeeeeek, see that is my problem. I recognize my problem, start to address it, and then send another little kicker along with it. I don't know why I do it. It makes my mom want to slap my sweet little mouth, but anyway, I will keep you updated on my quest for tolerance within.
UPDATE: We ended up hitting Buffalo Wild Wings tonight to drink a couple beers and watch the game - B's idea... I guess he lost hope in my cooking this week already. Hmm.. I might have to bring out the big guns for tomorrow night ... SHRIMP boiled w/ one bottle of Foster's and my mom's recipe for homeade cocktail sauce.
We bought a new file cabinet tonight, so after organizing bills, taxes, warranties, etc. we went through old love letter we wrote each other during our "courtship". SO FUNNY!!!!! B repeatedly uses LOL and cannot spell a word for his life. We died laughing.
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