What the heck is going on between DeKalb and the bridge? I saw this lit up area behind some wooden slats a little while ago and I thought maybe it was an abandoned station (which would have been cool enough if it were the case). But today I was standing and facing it as I passed and I saw rocketships taking off and stuff. There’s a series of paintings back there, and the slats make it look animated. Who did it and why haven’t I heard about it before?
There’s something kinda Willy Wonka about it, maybe someone’s trying to sell us candy?
In other news I cheated and mailed my vote in yesterday. I thought I’d be able to snicker at everyone waiting in line today, but the line at the post office was pretty terrible so I guess it’s a draw.
I got called a cracker for the first time ever, it was awesome. I’m going to live in NY forever. But I’m never going near another parade again. I think I broke an “elbowing people” record.
Took over that poor guy’s job today.
His spreadsheets are making me dizzy. He’s got everything color-coded and things all neatly checked off and yes/no all over the place, and saves a new copy every day.
I leave post-its and handwritten notes all over my desk. When I run out of space I hold it in my head.
This is going to be a mess.
Guilty of thievery in the workplace -
I stole someone’s job :-(
(not on purpose but I still feel bad)
I think I just got insulted for living in Brooklyn.
I got on the wrong train yesterday. Something in my brain must have shorted out. I looked up, thought “that’s not my train,” looked back down, and stepped right through the doors. I was halfway to Bay Ridge before I figured it out.
In related news, A Confederacy of Dunces is the best thing I’ve read in quite a while.
I keep thinking that if I read things about the collider real slow and squint and maybe even sweat a little, maybe I’ll start to understand. Then again I didn’t do so hot in my “physics for dumbasses’ class six years ago, so I don’t think there’s much hope that I’ll ever comprehend the thing.
Crossing my fingers for strangelets, either way.
if the fruit cart guy gives you a banana discount in the morning because you are a repeat customer then it may be a sign that you are eating too many bananas
these extra nickels make my pockets look fat
I never wanted to be that douchebag that shows defensive palms and says “I didn’t make the rules.” But now, I am that douchebag.
“Accelerated production schedule” was not a phrase that came up when they called me for this job.
