Happy Fridaaaay!

And is it ever..I thought this week would never end.

This evening I'm thinking of going to the big Rhymes-With-Stalker shindy.
(We're opening up 6 galleries for the Arte Povera show,which is the biggest opening we've had in years. It looks like a good party shaping up tonight.)
There are many, many things I'm tempted to wear to this, since it will be a pretty well-dressed event...

Sensible skirt, hose, a pair of heels I've finally broken in for comfort. black blouse.

Black scary Gothic blouse, Black lipstick, big boots, same skirt. Black is tres' chic, n'est pas?

Jolly Roger skull-and-crossbones skirt, red and white hose, big black Maryjanes, goofy hat. Arrrrrr!!! (Sadly I do not own an eyepatch.)

Oh well, I'll figure out something...and try to leave the pirate stuff in the closet for a week or two.

How about your weekends? How are they shaping up so far?

Ms Eff, the lost member of Adam and the Ants..

Lunchtime partoum

Yummy sandwich, piping hot,
Grilled Cheese and potato chips,
I think I'll go out for lunch...
This will be a happy treat.

Grilled cheese and potato chips,
Wonder what I want to drink?
This will be a happy treat.
The diner is nice and quiet.

Wonder what I want to drink?
I wish I had brought a book.
This diner is nice and quiet.
Potato chip crumbs in my lap.

I wish I had brought a book.
Yummy sandwich, piping hot,
Potato chip crumbs in my lap.
I think I'll go out for lunch...


Thanks, Banana, for teaching me how partoums work. (It's a mind-bending Malaysian poetry form. Cooooool!

A Non-Minnesotan moment...

After my grilled cheese, I went to the breakroom back at work to snitch the paper. While I was in there, One of my least favorite coworkers came in...Conspiracy Bob. Conspiracy Bob is an annoying little old man who corners people on purpose and talks at them until they can get away.
The topics are many and varied--the Kennedy conspiracy, Frank Sinatra's ties to the Mob, the disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa, the war of 1812, his cats, the Troubles in Ireland...the list is inexhaustable. He's cornered staff, patrons, everybody within hearing range. His supervisors have told him several times to try not to bother people, and he ignores them...(He leaves me alone ever since he asked me if I liked movies and I growled, "No...I hate movies...all of them. Ever." Now he just glares.)
Today Conspiracy Bob had cornered one of the nicer cleaning ladies, while I sat with Chris and Allie. Chris rolled his eyes and whispered, "This isn't a conference room, guy." I whispered back, "Or a lecture room."
Allie grinned her Bad-Girl grin and said, "It makes me just want to say--*Points finger at Bob* "SHUT UUUUP!"

The room went very quiet. Bob's usually red face flushed purple.

I elbowed Allie and said, "You SO bad, girl!!!" and she grinned. Everybody made their excuses to leave the room after that. I ran over to the lockers and laughed quietly for a few minutes. Yeah, it was mean, but it was exactly what everyone had been thinking for a long time, or had said in nicer (or not so nice) ways.

There's no happy ending here, either..I heard that after five minutes Bob started up again. I saw him a half-hour later trying to coner the chief guard with a story about his lawn...

*siiiigh* It may stop, but it never ends.

Concerning NY's anthrax situation...

I work in a mailroom too...and I have the solution to the potential anthrax in our mails...

I propose we shower Afghanistan in our unopened invoices, bills and junk-mail for the foreseeable future. So far my coworkers are in emphatic agreement. It's the patriotic thing to do....

(Yes, we're worried a bit, but damned if we're gonna stop cracking jokes because Bin Ladin wants us to be afraid.:P)

The sushi calls my name...

Have a wonderful weekend, sweet LJ Minkeys!!!