Well, the holidays are seeming kind of official now. For those of you who work in offices, did you have your last day today? Pretty much everyone did in my office, with the exception of ME, the NEW girl, and the OTHER new girl who similarly has no time off. I think it is going to be the two of us, my boss and one designer next week. Other than that, everyone pretty much had their sleigh bells on and they were glistenin' out that door in a merry fashion.
Our geese have returned, which is kind of exciting. I do not know what to tell you about these boomerang geese at work. I mean, is this as south as they plan to go? Did they already go south and they are on their way back up? Cause you're being pretty premature, there, bubs. But can I just tell you how excited I am that in a mere couple of months it will be BABY GEESE time again? Who is gonna set up scented candles and some Barry White tunes around the pond, there? Open up a few bottles of Cold Duck? Get it? Cold Duck?
Maybe Grey Goose would have been funnier.
Anyway, I got home tonight and faithful reader Jessica had left me a gift on my doorstep! She hadn't flown in from Brazil or anything; Jessica is also a Greensboro person. She kind of found the perfect gift, and if you are one of the poor saps who has to get me a gift this year, you are gonna be mad you didn't think to get it for me.
You find your current symptom, like fever, turn the dial, and it tells you the really awful thing it might be! Like, it says fever may be typhus, which is a bacterial illness and you have to see an infectious diseases specialist. Or the pallor that I seem to have in this photograph above may really be myelofibrosis, which is a bone marrow disorder and I should see a hematologist because I may need a bone marrow transplant.
Can you think of anything I needed more than this wheel of worry?
Also, sometimes the mistakes in life, the bloopers, the outtakes if you will, are more interesting than real life, so may I please show you the first photo I took of said wheel of misery?
Wow. Yes, I am probably dying of some sort of cat anus disease that spreads itself on my dining room table. This is why people don't like pets, isn't it?
Also, Marvin, will you please REMOVE YOUR TSHIRTS FROM THE TABLE? As you can see, I like it pristine. Thank you.