Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2009

Friday Workday.


Intervals of clouds and sun make the lighting in the office change outside every two minutes, it's blustery enough to wear a cardigan as you pick up vegetables and bread and friday beer that will become a lunch eaten in the garden or maybe in front of a large computer screen, pulp plays because you are feeling very british today after spending the morning watching a live feed of wimbledon. It's too much to think about the evening and nighttime hours because all you can think of is exactly what's in front of you right now. The possibility of the future isn't even there, only the now. Today is just today and tomorrow isn't here. 

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Five Things We Get Excited About At Work.



1. Trying to find where to get the new Ben & Jerrys "Flipped" ice cream cups. Seriously Ben & Jerry's, don't plaster your ads for this dessert ALL OVER THE CITY and then be impossible to find. You are torturing us every time we can't find you in a bodega or the grocery store. 

2. Lunch breaks at Gourmet Garage. I don't know why we keep going thinking we're going to get anything different from what we normally do. Green apple, red apple, trail mix, yogurt, salad, quinoa, yogurt covered raisins. 

3. Happy hour shopping. 

4. People watching out of the office windows, especially when there's puppies, the models and photoshoots bore us to hell.

5. Whenever the strokes come onto pandora unexpectedly. 

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Office Ramblings.


"It's smells like toast... isn't that the sign of a heart attack!?" -D

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

All In A Days Work.

We sit after all the work is done eating hummus on crackers thinking about to do lists and what we will do after we leave and making coffee for the next day so it can be put in the fridge to make it iced and looking at the cutest puppy out of the office window barking it's head off at all of the dogs that walk by and we can go into the garden where it's become shady and kind of cold and listen to the birds chirp. This is the post-work post-college summer lifestyle. Run on sentences? I'm not in college anymore so who cares.