Entries Tagged as 'conversation'
Grandma’s minion
Nolan was sitting on my lap, facing me. I was singing “Six Little Ducks” and had just gotten to the “quack quack quaaaaaccckkk” part which is my favorite.
“Why don’t you got any kids?” he asked.
“What?” I said.
“You should have some kids,” he said.
“Did Grandma tell you to ask me that?” My parents’ babysit the tiniest [...]
It seemed like a perfectly normal decision to me
She cocks her head to the side and looks up. “Is that. . . Blue Oyster Cult?”
I jump from my chair and lunge for my bag. “Yeah. I changed my ring.”
“To Blue Oyster Cult?”
“Mmmhmm.” I shake my head yes and press the ignore button to make my phone shut up. “It was either that or [...]
A selection of topics from this morning’s co-worker coffee klatch
How my mom voted for Jerry Brown in the Wisconsin primary back in 2000
If Tim Russert’s makeup artist is given actual creative direction to make him look disheveled
Whether Leinie’s Red is the superior Leinie’s (it’s not)
Lloyd Bentson and James Stockdale
Pete Meyers and how he made me fall in love with him by using the word [...]
It’s getting a little emotional in here
“I look at you right now and I just want to cry because you’re so nice,” Mary Katherine Gallagher said, crying. “I’m just going to miss working with you guys so much.”
Read moreConversations with my nephews or, I was so domestic today I could almost barf
First with Liam, who is two:
“Ouch you are on my arm,” I said.
“There are two puppies,” he said, pointing to the TV that was playing Pound Puppy Adventures or something like that. “Two. He fell and hurt his hand. That’s a big shrragon.”
“Dragon?” I asked.
“Big dragon. Oh no he is going to eat the puppy. [...]
Conversations of the barely employed
I was helping Mary Katherine Gallagher and Dougs with a must be done right this second or we will all die project. This was last week. But then they were finishing it up this morning telling me about the status, blah blah blah.
“I’ll go proof the sticker and the card,” Mary Katherine Gallagher said.
“I’ll [...]
Somewhere there’s a place in hell with her name on it
I arrived at work at 8:29 this morning for a meeting. I don’t do well with 8:30 meetings. My brain usually doesn’t function until about 9:30 and I generally don’t speak until 10. The 10 o’clock rule is known through out the land, because even my Canuckian boss doesn’t call me before 10.
So when [...]
overheard at the office
“if it weren’t for these free cookies, my rage would have a body count.”
and actually it wasn’t overheard, i said it. but it was funny and the free cookies were good and i am still a little angry.
meeting notes 15Feb06
i’m in a meeting. i think i’ve been in a meeting since about noon yesterday. it’s a great meeting that productive, which doesn’t happen very often. of course my favorite thing about meetings are the tangential conversations, and the quotes that come out of them. herewith i present you, my meeting notes:
“i used to scrunch [...]
monday morning eavesdropping
i am currently listening to a co-worker having a fight over the phone with his ex-wife regarding visitation with their kids. i feel a little dirty, eavesdropping like this. but i can’t help it. really, i can’t. i am, however, totally resisting the urge to giggle. so that’s got to count for something right?
“therapy [...]
there’s always time for gleeking
we’ve reached the contant heart-attack/nervous breakdown/hummingbird stage of our worklife. big deadlines loom, there’s a ton of work to be done, and, of course, very little time to do it. it’s sort of extremely stressful and oddly exhilirating all at the same time. i think i like it because ideas are thrown around with incredible [...]
Read morewalter the gas station poet and his ex, sarah
since driving into the city every night wrecks havoc on ruby’s gas tank, we got to see walter the gas station poet on sunday.
“hey girlfriend,” he said when i walked in to pay for my gas. “how are you?”
“good,” i said. it was still a little early for me, considering i hadn’t gone to bed [...]
walter the gas station poet
i was standing next to ruby outside the EZ Stop, a rundown gas station located at the end of Newly Invented Road, which is like a block away from my house. i was fueling up ruby roo, because she was breathing fumes and i had to meet la familia (someday i will check with sister [...]
Read morefor the second time
i’ve only ever cried at work twice. once when shaky introuduced me to the freelancer who had been here 10 mintues and was going to affectively be the boss of me, and today.
“we were talking about you,” she said.
“oh?” i asked.
“yes, we were talking about how important you are to this team.”
“huh?”
“we just don’t like [...]
a drunken conversation from the cabin
an actual conversation from saturday afternoon, while drunk [this occured before the burnt lasagna and the movie marathon]
“you mean you could have just gone over there an had sex?” FFJ asked.
“yes,” i said.
“the sex was guaranteed?”
“uhuh.”
“man,” she said. “i can’t believe you turned down the booty call. what were you thinking?”
“i know! i wasn’t [...]
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