year after year, the toilet stories continue.
the side of the building where my office is located has one restroom. a nice big one at that. and this morning i went in to get a handful of toilet tissue because my cold is at the rudolph the red and runny nosed phase (it seems to have been moving downward b/c first it was my eyes, now my nose, and i'm noticing a myserious pink tinge coming from my chin...or maybe that's just acne...damn)
so anyway, as i leaned down to grab some toilet paper, which, i might add, is ALWAYS on the wrong way so that you have to unroll it backwards, which is a real pain....seriously, i noticed the roll was getting low so i raised an eyebrow towards the back of the toilet where sometimes extra rolls are stashed, and the side-of-the-eye glance read "M4 POM," but it registered in my head as "NA PALM" and for a brief second i thought, with a combination of disgust and horror, "who the hell would name toilet paper after jellied gasoline explosives....."
well, if you think about it it's a pretty uncomfortable thought. and then, if you are really bored and you think about it a little bit more, it could, in extreme cases, be quite appropriate....which is, i suppose, equally uncomfortable.
ah so the week is drawing to a SLLLLLOOOOOW close. it has seemed, since i took this job, that my weeks take off to a roaring start, inundated with work and phone calls and reviews and meetings and travel....and by thursday the last little farts of business (just to keep with the motif) sputter out, and friday is quite a bit of a decompressor. i think i like it. friday is also casual day at the office. which i really like. because i'm a goober. that's why.
heres to a great weekend. hoping for some sun and some cycling. cheerio!
