My life is starting to feel like Office Space: pointless emails, meetings about nothing, clichés like “That’s why they call it work!”…my God, I even have a Swingline stapler.
I still find little ways to amuse myself, though — the washroom is only ever used on the company’s time, never on my breaks, and I send high-priority emails to my friend with such important topics as DO YOU WANT TO GO TO LUNCH??
Beers after work never hurt, either.
All of Vancouver (and Canada, I suspect, but who cares about the rest of them?) is looking forward to the upcoming long weekend. We’ve had alternating sun and rain for the past month, but the weather man has promised 30 degree heat this weekend! The water-logged denizens of our fair city are giddy with anticipation.
This beach is 3 blocks from my house. Not bad, baby.
There are times that I miss California, because I’m not a moron, but a nice Vancouver summer day can almost make me forget the months of rain.
You know what also helps you forget crappy weather? Beer. Lots and lots of beer.
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