Monday, January 12, 2009
My smoking break
Though no, I do not smoke, I allow myself to get up and get away from my desk at regular intervals, and sometimes go downstairs and hang out with the door guy. And sometimes the postal guy is there, and boy do they make a team. The conversation this time ranged from who gets to perform CPR on me if I fall to the floor in the office building, to drinking urine in the desert, to $5 foot longs, and dumpster diving. Ah, hilarious. And ego boosting too!