Saturday, February 8, 2014

For Mamasaa :p



仕事に行かなければなりません ....







今の仕事を残すべき...

(別の日)


#ジェットコースター




el Lunchero (that's Spanish)


British dealer guy always compliments my shoes. Every day. Even the same ones two days in a row. 


#thankgodforshoefetishes
 
 
Edit 01/08/14: Hey, listen. It's a close-up of a pat of rice that's on top of spinach lettuce, chickpeas, two tomato slices, a boiled egg, and a tuna steak on the side and garlic bread.  It's not a giant plate of rice! lol


Friday, February 7, 2014

Go Red for Women



Today is "Go Red for Women" day. It's a program created by the American Heart Association to promote awareness about women's heart health.

I did up/emailed a quick flyer about it earlier this week, asking non-uniformed employees to wear red today in support.  Our building will also be illuminated in red for the next week.

I stopped by the AHA this morning and picked up 250 "Go Red" pins...the last of their supply. Just made a cheesy little sign and placed the pins on the front counter.

For more information on women's health, the AHA, and the "Go Red for Women" program, check out Go Red for Women.
 
 


 
 
 

In and Out



Why is a beef jerky wrapper stuffed into the women's restroom sanitary bin?

What the hell kinda salty snack attack parties go on in here???

I should bring Robot in here for a photo. But then I'd have to wash his little hands. 









Wednesday, February 5, 2014

I'm Over Shoveling Snow.




Seriously. It's not cute anymore. No matter how many calories per hour you burn (440).

I'm guessing 0.17




I drank too much tonight. Nothing's fuzzy. But I'm swaying a little. And slurring sluff.

lol sluff

heh

My coworker's been experimenting with liquor-food recipes. So along with the two margaritas at the pub, I had two "crown royal cookies" (oohmygod), these gummy bears that she soaked in vodka (hiccup!...it's all booze!), and this chocolate rum cupcake thing. I didn't eat the cupcake. Driving home, I kept trying to eat the frosting. It didn't compute that the thing was wrapped in plastic.

I just kept wondering why it was so hard to chew.  Note the imprint where my nails tried to scratch through the plastic.
 
Why did I use my new US passport as a coaster?  I dunno.  Now it'll be all sticky and smell like liquor. I could use the Japan one, I guess.

 
 
 

E = mcHammer



My boss who just hired me turned (autocorrected to "sunburned"?) in his notice today. He's going to work for Ford.

And I can't tell anyone.

I need a drink.

He called me into the office and asked me to close (autocorrected to "tonight"??) the door, and blew me away with the news.

After he practically wooed me to take a chance and be a part of this outstanding new department.

After leaving a position in the field in which I'm most experienced.

And the inevitable speech about me being s shining star and not yet realizing my full potential.

Followed by me having to carry the department (in this instance, a department of one sole [read: soul] survivor) for the next year.

This is the third boss who's left me.

I'm starting to take it personally.

Mass & energy, I suppose. All just relativity...