elevator music

One thing they should tell you when you're a new employee is that the elevator wont go up or down without swiping your security badge in front of the little red dot on the wall.

I think that's important information.

especially since i just wasted a good ten minutes waiting for the elevator to go up or down...

Cruncher

Some of you (Cake) have asked how the new job is going.

Everything is swell.

bye.

oh wait...OK there is ONE thing...

Please enjoy a drawing of my co-worker.

There's this...person? I'm assuming a woman? On the other side of the cube wall from me who seems to REALLY enjoy her snacks. I havent actually seen her. I caaaaaaaasually saunter by her desk for a peek but so far she mysteriously disappears when i swing by. She's a cruncher. Boy is she a cruncher! A cruncher and a muncher. ALL DAY LONG all i hear is CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH. Directly on the other side of the cube. Its not a thick wall. Technically, she could be sitting on my lap. Sometimes i put my finger in my right ear to block the sound. I put my headphones on and listen to Renee Harcourt's lovely tunes. But no matter what i do i can still hear that faint...crunch, chew, crunch, munch, crunch...slurp...crunch

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

STOP EATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dads

So.. some of you have noticed that I've been missing. Well, i haven't really been missing. Not in the hang flyers, post my mug on milk cartons sense of the word. But my blog posts have been few and far between. I humbly apologize for that. I quit my job.. and then started a new job. The last few weeks have mostly been about getting some sort of routine back in my life. And.. now it has. All is right in luckypork land. And so lets commence with the frivolity! Shall we?

The Mighty, Mighty Woodcocks are playing Friday nights now. We were playing on Tuesdays for some odd reason. But now we play on that holy of holy nights in the work week...FRIDAY. Sometimes we have an early game which is around 6:30. If we get the early slot the players with kids bring them to the game. Its fun to have the little woodcocks in the dugout with us cheering their tiny lungs out. I love hearing itty bitty voices yelling in unison "KILL EM SAWA!" Last Friday a couple of the dads on the team were left in charge of the junior woodcocks while we took the field. I noticed something odd when we came back in for our turn to bat. A urine like smell in the corner. Hummm...And then i overheard one dad tell junior, "Yes, if you have to pee just go in the corner like your sister." OH DEAR. We had little ones squatting and pointing their little wee wee's in the corner all night! The team we beat that night were named the "Stinky Salmons." Soooooo, I'm just going to go on record here and tell everyone that the stinky salmons lived up to their name and left that field REALLY stinky.

wink.