I had to work 12 hours yesterday. It’s okay, we don’t work too often in the office. And when we get something to work on, we find ourselves fighting over it like cats over a toy.
Anyway, it’s hard to write when you have a full-time job. You come home, your head feels as it made of wood and the last brain cells have died somewhere around lunch time. So, often I sit down to write and as I sit down I forget what I was going to do. I gape into monitor and I can’t remember. I get up and go in the kitchen to get some tea. But as I am standing in the kitchen with a cup in my hand I forget what I came in the kitchen for. It’s not that my memory is bad, I am just tired. I hope I win the Pulitzer Prize soon.
As I said I was unusually busy at work lately. I didn’t have time to read, talk with anyone, or think of anything. But I listen. The things people say…
C.: It’s not that I mind when people express their opinion. I mind when certain people make suggestions about things that they have no idea about. I mean I didn’t ask R. what he thought, but he came in my office anyway, and was standing there pointing at things. I mean, what does he know about MS Word anyway?
A.: I have to agree with you. He can’t even spell “MS Word”.
R.: I bought CS3 this weekend.
I.: Really? Nice. I don’t buy things that I can steal.
R.: Well, I don’t want anyone to knock on my door over software.
I.: It’s not like you are making porn movies.
R. leaves in deep thoughts.
I.: I washed car this Saturday.
A.: Did you throw away food from last year?
I.: No, I ate it. Of course I threw it away. Some of the bags tried talking to me, you know.
A.: If you waited longer it would steal your car.
A.: Why is the office always empty?
I.: Because smart people work from home.
A.: Where is R. then?
I.: He went home to touch himself.
A.: He can do it here. Why do you think S. moved out of his office?
I.: It was a farting competition and S. lost.