Dear Diary for April 16, 2010

Dear Diary,

Today was a very interesting day for me. It started with me sleeping in, resulting in lightening speed showering and shaving to make up time. Thank God the crinkled clothes look and "Gel-met" are back in, or at least I hope they are.

I saw at least 5 people driving with cell phones attached to their ears, one person of which was swerving into my lane. As you know Diary, there is a ban on cell phone use while driving, yet no police were anywhere in sight to capture these rascals. Those same cops must have been setting up shop in the speed trap I will see them in later today when I am pulled over. I always like to look at these people as I drive past them, but unfortunately, I could not see some of their faces as some people were adjusting their radios and looking into their purses at the same time. Too bad really, as nothing gets me going in the morning better than a death glare at a passing driver.

On my way back to the office from lunch, I saw some naked boobies as a young lass was for whatever reason sitting on the seatback of the bus bench, with her feet where you might normally sit. She was leaning forward, perhaps in an attempt to prove to all who chose to look that she had somehow forgotten to wear a bra. I of course, frown on such behaviour, and was more interested in the advertising on the bus bench. Shame on her nonetheless. Clearly her mother would be disappointed.

I tried to send an email to a person today, copying the email address off their business card they provided me. But it turned out the email address on the business card was wrong. This begs the question, who would actually use business cards where parts of the information are incorrect? Maybe there is some logic to this concept, in that perhaps the person does not want emails, or perhaps it was foreshadowing of the demise of that person from the company. I prefer to view it as a shrewd way to determine how well the reader can apply some guesswork to solve puzzles, and how only those people who can decipher the puzzle are worthy of having their emails read. Hopefully, I get a prize.

Finally, one of my co-workers decided to tell me about a work incident. I decided to respond at every opportunity with "I see...", even touching the clef of my chin and nodding at times to make it seem like I was in deep thought. This statement, "I see..." which is fact in my case, was repeated 8 times in a row, and I trust the person I was speaking with did not realize it. I will try for double digits next time. I'm sure there is a prize for that too.

Have a good night Diary.