boing's useless info of the day:
i love paul f tompkins
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my baby takes the morning train.
today at work i got written up. so did all the other employees. well, all but 4. you wanna talk about stupid bullshit? let's talk about this write up. first of all, we got written up because we didn't turn in this question list that we got during a meeting. we were supposed to answer it & turn it in & all of this. i answered mine i just didn't know who to give it to so i didn't bother. my bad. anyhow, the doctor took me into the office & was like, here is your write up. we have to do this & i want you to know that this means nothing. you're not being punished & it won't count against you -- it's just our new policy.
so i'm sitting there thinking, ok, was there a sale at office max on write-up forms? because if this means nothing, then there's no reason to waste time giving them out.
i could tell he felt stupid giving it to me. almost as if it was the other doctor who had thought of this genius idea. but whatever, i sat there laughing to myself that i got written up. i felt almost like i was in high school. totally awesome, man.
i've been talking to this guy about moving into his house in california. a town called yucaipa that i've never heard of. it seems promising, but as soon as i get my hopes up something happens to fuck them over so i'm just going to let things roll.
also today at work i ate 4 donuts. i'm sugary now. you should have licked my fingers.
6:39 pm - August 25, 2001
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