To borrow from a friend of mine, "No sense-makey." But that's work's problem, and so it should stay at work, because that's the only time I'm going to work on it anyway. I've set it as a goal that work won't follow me home in any way, shape or form now that I've completed my hideously overdue self-appraisals, and I mean to stick to my guns on that. No, it doesn't count when I'm on call, because that's part of the expectations that are set for me to get paid.
This past Saturday and Sunday were not terribly productive days for me. Saturday saw the usual trip to BD's for tasty Mongolian Goodness. This is a weekly tradition that I'm more than happy to see continue with my roommates and friends in attendance because it's a chance for all of us to unwind and enjoy tasty food. I would think that I'd get tired of the food after a while, but I guess because it's a "make your own" type of joint every meal comes out a little different, and that small change from bowl to bowl and week to week keeps things fresh and unique. Or maybe I'm just talking out of my arse, I dunno. I just know it's good food and I've never walked away disappointed except for the one time the restaurant turned us away because their ventilation system had broken down. Even then we all got coupons for five dollar discounts, so we're eating cheaper than usual every week this month. It's hard to complain about that in the big scheme of things.
Sunday itself was another quiet day. Mostly I spent it laying about, being shiftless and generally pathetic. Hey, it's what I do best. I did get to spend a decent amount of time chatting over AIM with
Allow me to digress on something here that continues to surprise me. When Lori showed up she complimented me on the beard that I've been allowing to grow, saying she thought it made me look "distinguished in a professor-ish sort of way." Color me amused: I still think the beard looks like hell and personally I feel it'll need another two weeks to fill in to the point I'm completely happy with it. But I've been getting remarks about it for the last few days. Earlier today at the office I got a comment, along with a few from last week (one gal I work with went so far as to pet my beard and comment on how much she loves them!!!). I find this intriguing and a little disconcerting. It's intriguing because it's just facial hair, yet everyone seems inclined to comment on it, no matter how bad I think mine looks. It's disconcerting because I still don't even know why I'm letting it grow out. One day I just decided not to shave, as well as the next day, which cascaded into a third, then a fourth, then a fifth and so on.
I wonder if I should take a few snaps of it and post them? Nah, that's narcissism taken to a level I'm not sure I want to pursue.
Addendum: Fresh ground pepper + Tabasco + Healthy Choice Minestrone = HAPPY TASTEBUDS. Thank you,
That is all.
You're my anchor in life's ocean