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I actually did just hear a cricket chirp
Dec. 19th, 2005 06:36 pmI was about to type "*cricket chirps*" for my subject line...and then one actually did. I really am so very alone in this building. *peers down the hall, actually expecting to see a tumbleweed*
Well, not alone. A resident is moving out. I could go for just a little more hustle in his bustle, because he has Adam's ID (plus one screwdriver, one dustpan, and one broom), and I don't want to leave until I have it all back. But I'd really like to make it to the Cupboard before they close in an hour and a half, as I have no coffee and I don't want to get up early enough tomorrow to go before work.
On the plus side, he gave us root beer.
And I think Mel is still here, getting ready to go home. So I'm not completely alone. It just feels that way.
This week at UNT is going to be pretty dull. I need to work 40 hours so that what is on the time sheet at least roughly reflects the time I've spent in the building, but there's not much to do with the kids gone. I feel the use of comp time coming on.
Adam and I entertain each other, though. He does impressions. Heh. Today, they were more mocking than usual. His girlfriend had him calling around the metroplex, looking for a pair of pants that she wanted (like I said, we've got free time). He was amused that he was getting the same tone and inflection in the greeting at every Gap store he called, so when he was on about the fourth or fifth one, he, thinking he had a couple of rings before an actual person answered, mimicked the greeting "Thank you for calling Gap Galleria, how may I help you?" Only the person answered on the first ring, and they said it in unison. Heh. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to die. He was so embarrassed, he said something about having the wrong number, which made me laugh even harder, because it was clear in his mockery that he meant to call them. Then he hung up, and I continued laughing. A lot. I wish I had it on video so that I could watch it over and over again. It probably doesn't look as funny in print as it was in person, but trust me - you would laugh, too, if it happened to you.
I've got key inventories due tomorrow. That'll kill a couple of hours.
Happy birthday to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icalynn!!! I think you share a birthday with Jake Gyllenhaal. Lucky. :)
Mmm...Jake Gyllenhaal...*salivates*
I finished my first scarf. I made it with the needles and yarn that Mel got me. I named it Marcie. I shall make a matching hat and call it Darcie. I'm deliriously proud of it.
I'm still working on the first scarf that I started. I'm calling it Bane, because it has become the bane of my existence. Stupid ragged scarf with its unholy wideness and obvious flaws, made with tiny needles that bruise the tip of my right index finger.
So..ready...to...go...home.
Aha! The stuff has returned! Now for the ID and the key, and I'm out of here! *does a little dance*
Well, not alone. A resident is moving out. I could go for just a little more hustle in his bustle, because he has Adam's ID (plus one screwdriver, one dustpan, and one broom), and I don't want to leave until I have it all back. But I'd really like to make it to the Cupboard before they close in an hour and a half, as I have no coffee and I don't want to get up early enough tomorrow to go before work.
On the plus side, he gave us root beer.
And I think Mel is still here, getting ready to go home. So I'm not completely alone. It just feels that way.
This week at UNT is going to be pretty dull. I need to work 40 hours so that what is on the time sheet at least roughly reflects the time I've spent in the building, but there's not much to do with the kids gone. I feel the use of comp time coming on.
Adam and I entertain each other, though. He does impressions. Heh. Today, they were more mocking than usual. His girlfriend had him calling around the metroplex, looking for a pair of pants that she wanted (like I said, we've got free time). He was amused that he was getting the same tone and inflection in the greeting at every Gap store he called, so when he was on about the fourth or fifth one, he, thinking he had a couple of rings before an actual person answered, mimicked the greeting "Thank you for calling Gap Galleria, how may I help you?" Only the person answered on the first ring, and they said it in unison. Heh. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to die. He was so embarrassed, he said something about having the wrong number, which made me laugh even harder, because it was clear in his mockery that he meant to call them. Then he hung up, and I continued laughing. A lot. I wish I had it on video so that I could watch it over and over again. It probably doesn't look as funny in print as it was in person, but trust me - you would laugh, too, if it happened to you.
I've got key inventories due tomorrow. That'll kill a couple of hours.
Happy birthday to
icalynn!!! I think you share a birthday with Jake Gyllenhaal. Lucky. :)Mmm...Jake Gyllenhaal...*salivates*
I finished my first scarf. I made it with the needles and yarn that Mel got me. I named it Marcie. I shall make a matching hat and call it Darcie. I'm deliriously proud of it.
I'm still working on the first scarf that I started. I'm calling it Bane, because it has become the bane of my existence. Stupid ragged scarf with its unholy wideness and obvious flaws, made with tiny needles that bruise the tip of my right index finger.
So..ready...to...go...home.
Aha! The stuff has returned! Now for the ID and the key, and I'm out of here! *does a little dance*
