It’s Friday! The weekend! That period of 48 hours during which you are to recover from all the terror and boredom of the work week by binge drinking, trying to get laid, and overeating. Woo hoo! I’d be especially stoked about the weekend if I hadn’t decided not to go into work today.
Yesterday we went looking for a new office space. On our way we went through the flower district – which is more or less a warehouse full of bouquets. I should probably get some on the company card for the Male Data Analyst’s funeral… I’ll have to get my PA on that.
It took us a while to walk to the new potential spot. It was pretty great. The Office Lesbian had been around the neighborhood already and said that during the course of 2 hours she’d been complimented on her butt over 9 times. Hearing that saddened me. in 9 months I won’t be complimented on my butt once – Maybe it’s because I have pancake butt… probably time for surgery!
I decided to put a positive spin on the whole issue by reminding myself that when I walk around on the street no one harasses me. Hurrah!
After looking at the first spot the Graphic Designer, Office Lesbian and I had sandwiches at a local market. The deli only offered 5 items on a sandwich including protein. So that’s 1: tofu 2:vegan aioli 3: lettuce 4: tomato 5:pickles which equals a weak sauce sandwich. We all agreed that a good sandwich has more than five ingredients and were disappointed that in a world as progressive as ours that some idiots still believe that you can have a good sandwich with only 5 ingredients.
The second place we saw was a live/work apartment. The pros: the CEO could move out of the pool house. Cons: we’d have to work with the CEO’s bed bugs.
On our way back to the office we saw the Head of Marketing walking down the street. He looked pretty confused so I gave him a pep talk about commitment.
“Where you going,” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied.
“I feel like you need to understand where you’re going. To really commit to a destination,” I said as I slapped him on the shoulder. “Walk with a sense of purpose.”
I looked across the street and saw that the crosswalk sign was counting down.
“Hey great talk,” I said and walked away.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw the Head of Marketing scuttle down the street.