02/09/2000
Hairnet

I have a new job, right? At this new job I have no phone, no e-mail, a computer (a crappy old Gateway, at that) with no internet access and I'm sharing a converted conference room with two other people.

Actually, there is a phone. I have no idea what the number for the phone is. No one does.

It's fun, though. Kind of like a slumber party where you work instead of sleep. Not that we've done much work yet. I don't care. I got a substantial raise and so far I'm doing far less work. It's the American dream.




My two office-mates and I were discussing past jobs. After I listed some of mine (photo lab, chemical plant, utility company) one of my coworkers made a particularly Oz-From-Buffy-ish observation:

"You've worked lots of places," he said, "you must have a great collection of hair nets and name tags."

It was mean and it was pointed at me and I thought it was funny as hell.




Speaking of which, that was a good Buffy/Angel combo last night, huh? I think Willow is getting it on with her Wiccan buddy and, frankly, I like it. And Angel's not much of a dancer, is he? David Boreanaz must be a goofball at heart to have done that particular scene.





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