Admins, when left to their own devices due to extended absentee bosses, will quickly fall into deviant behavior patterns that involve but are not limited to: gossiping about Loud Guy (literally) behind his back via instant messages; hovering around one another’s computer to watch funny YouTube videos; stealthily snooping over Loud Guy’s shoulder to see pictures of the chick whose MySpace profile he’s discussing on the phone with one of his Dude Bros; eavesdropping on the MySpace login and password Loud Guy is using to view said profile but only collectively catching three letters of a password that may or may not contain more than three letters.
More updates tktk (obviously!) when he goes into a meeting and we’re able to test out the overheard login information…
Last night Roommate M and I attempted to hang up some shelves and framed pictures in the living room above the futon. We’re not inept girly girls. We have tool kits, a drill, a level and occasional common sense, but man, did our handiwork suck last night. I spent more time patching over mistake holes than actually hanging things. It wasn’t our fault, really – it seems the contractors who renovated the apartment before I moved in three years ago got a little creative with their stud placement and there is no rhyme or reason to their locations. By the time we finished (read: gave up), the sofa was covered in drywall dust and the one shelf we managed to hang was scattered with about twelve bent and broken plastic anchors and failed screws. I think we can just about forget hanging her flat screen TV on the wall now.
In other news, it’s icky and raining outside and I’m not looking forward to freezing my tail off at running class tonight. This morning I made it from front door to office in 8 1/2 minutes, shattering the previous World Record of 9 1/4 minutes. So even though I could probably leave work now, about an hour early, the idea of being outside is far less pleasant than being warm and dry here at the office.
Yes, it really is this boring here at work today. I’ll bring my A game tomorrow, I promise.
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