Yeah, so, last night the Spawn broke my computer.
He walked right up to it and knocked it off the table, breaking the power cord off in the computer. You know what that means, right? He’s been reading my blog.
It is the first expensive thing he has broken so far. So should I consider myself lucky or should I consider myself warned?
What other random things can I tell you while I have computer access:
I FINALLY watched the final two episodes of “Treme.” They had been sitting on my DVR since December. I loved that show so much. Seriously, it was a pleasure to watch. I think I put off watching the last two epsiodes for so long because I didn’t want it to be over. I know after I watched those there wouldn’t be anymore new episodes to watch. Also, no one else watches it, and I knew it wouldn’t be spoiled for me.
I’ve been taking BART to work more. Public transportation makes for amazing people watching. Last week, I was sitting in a corner seat with my headphones on listening to the Gap Band’s “Party Train” while riding the BART train, because I’m super meta and shit. The train was packed with people, and every single person had on headphone. Seriously. EVERY single person I could see had on headphones. I paused my music. The train car was completely silent. It was weird and kinda amazing. I was enjoying the silence, and then some woman started yacking on her phone, ruining the moment. I never talk on my phone on public transportation. I think it’s rude. I don’t want to force everyone to listen to my conversations about what I bought at Target and what I want for dinner. So, not only was this rude woman ruining my precious quiet time, she was blocking the door when people were trying to exit the train. She was a complete failure at being aware of her surroundings.
My office is having a party on Saturday. We usually have a party right after the holidays, but I guess they’ve decided to push it out even later and turn it into an employee appreciation party. I’m not sure that two drink tickets makes people feel as appreciated as an open bar, but whatever. As usual, the invitation specifies that the party is “cocktail attire.” There is a lot of concern that people will just show up in sweatpants or something, and it turns into a thing every year. Here’s the link to an actual conversation we had in the office about the office party during my first year with the company. I think “cocktail attire” still might be too vague for people. I mean, what if I like to wear tracksuits to cocktail parties? The office manager said that she doesn’t want people to wear what they wear to work to the party. But I wear cute dresses to work every day. Does that mean I need to rock a full-on ball gown to the party? I should. That would be amazing. Maybe next year.