The Babe Magnet

It’s casual Friday.

My shoes are off.

I’ve got a space heater blasting next to me.

I’ve got a comfortable chair, and my tiny TV is airing The Price is Right.

This ain’t work.

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Wow. 80-year-old Jack (happy birthday, sir) is one of the final two contestants. And it looks like he’s up to win a HOVERCRAFT.

Bitchin’!

I’d love that, man.

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Whoa. And he won. The whole kit and caboodle. Dude. Jack is going to be such a babe magnet on his hovercraft.

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Yeah, so you know, twice this week some fancy schmancy coffee originally meant for MY cup has ended up needlessly going to waste (via the floor—thanks again, KEN—or a sink).

Strange bookends to the work week.

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After class last night, by the way, the prof seemed to be warning me about the Saturday class. I’ve got the same guy for both of them. He said it’s going to be “different,” and that, despite the text’s short length, it’s “dense and very detailed.” Aw crap. That's NOT what I wanted to hear about a stats-intensive course.

So it looks like I’ll have one good class and one lousy class.

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I am OFF for four days beginning tomorrow. Hurrah!

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I keep having all these crazy dreams that I’m escaping from prison or somesuch.

And in completely unrelated news, I’m still talking to folks at that other place of employment about possibly joining their team…

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Come on LUNCH…