Tuesday, April 04, 2006
As I waited in line at the coffee machine...
...the man in front of me commented, "I'll won't take too long" as his actions of creaming and sugaring his morning poison blocked my path to the coffee machine.
I replied, "Take your time; I'm not eager to get back to my desk."
He chuckles.
I'm incredibly tired today. I'm still seeing traces of blood in my spit. Warm coffee is probably okay at this point. I'd prefer not to drink it, but I'm exhausted and I'm only 90 minutes into my shift. It is hard to imagine that I'll be doing 12 hour shifts starting next Monday.
One of my coworkers looks like s/he could be an alien. I wonder if anyone else thinks about those things, not randomly, but when someone genuinely looks like they could have been some alien that morphed into a human-looking-type, and passes for one, but still retains some things that make us think otherwise.
