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Bob and I have been making
Brazillian Soccer Names (Abe is Lincimo.) We probably played with it for 15 min straight this morning. We'd do everyone's name in all different combinations. For example - Bob calls me Flounder because of Dorfman in Animal House. So we did Laura K, Laura Laura, Laura Dorfman, Laura Flounder, Flounder Flounder, etc... a whole morning - gone to pot. It was fun and games until Bob's came up as "Bildo."
What's your Brazilian Soccer Name? My "real" one is Kingstinhosa Pau. Although Dorfman Dorfman translates to Dorfmaca. Bob says, "That one's a keeper - get it?? Keeper??"
No, I didn't die
a. Ch-ch-ch-changes...
Since our heartless corporate buy-out of Jefferson Pilot, a few changes have been going on. Many offices around the country have been or will be closing shortly. Departments are being moved from one coast to the other. The new company motto is "hello, future." We got really nice Leed's pens that say so. Hello, future - do you have any money you could lend me now that I have no job? Hello, future - can I call you in 25 years when I'm ready to retire and my 401(k) is all muddled from buy-outs and company changes? OK good, we'll talk then. Also, the branches that have been going through the most change now, had icecream parties the week that they announced the merger. Mental note: if Abe Lincoln (or any dead president for that matter) offers you a #1 bar, run the other way!
b. The ex is gone.
I have mixed feelings about this one. Along with the aforementioned changes, we have (gasp!) new e-mail addresses. We are now officially firstname.lastname@lfg.com. Without the X, I think my electronic communication has lost some gusto. My boss still calles me Lex, which ads some whimsy to memos that I sign I guess. Oh impersonal place filler, I know we were only friends because my name was unconventional, but I will miss you all the same.
c. Junk mail of the month:
SanFrancisco? Flowers in hair.
Sheboygan? Lure in pocket.
Raining... Pouring... Snoring...
Last night there were pretty extreme thunderstorms rolling through central Connecticut. When I got off the highway this morning, power was still out at the first intersection I encountered. That got my hopes up for a electricity-free (thus work-free) day. No such luck. Lincon soldiers on. We probably have a special generator in the basement that burns $1, $5, and $10 bills that our financial planners find pesky and worthless.
Today.
Things.
Are.
Slow.
It seems that around these parts, things are loud, bustling, and stressfull or in a coma. There is no in between.
Today, the most exciting thing I did was read an article about the
last organ grinder (w/monkey) in the tri-state area. Thanks, Hartford Courant, you really know how to lighten up a dreary day. At least it is Friday and hopefully downtown Hartford will have something fun to offer me after work.
Enjoy your weekend!
