Author: Virginia

In addition to company-sponsored drinking, we have added an 80 lb. English bulldog named Bacon into the mix.  He’s so cute and funny and roly-poly, and he’ll just appear under your desk panting and begging for some love every so often.  And when he gets tired from playing and sits down, it’s as if he… Continue reading Friday = Beer AND Bacon Day

That would be the time my coworkers and I broke out the beer this morning. THERE SIMPLY IS NOT A DOWNSIDE.

J, while cutting up nectarine for breakfast: “Man, I hate when your nectarine doesn’t separate nicely or cut open nicely!” Me: “Yeah, did I ever tell you that nectarines are crazy, and that there are like eight different varieties (clingstone or freestone, tasty or bland, different colors, yada yada) and that a given nectarine seed… Continue reading A.M. Revelations at Brick House #4

My boss just bought us beer.  Like, a 12-pack for the office to share (there are 5 of us, plus him) because he’s not going to be around later this week to celebrate the end of this crazy shipping season we’re in. Have I mentioned loving my job yet?

Seriously. That’s the new “Hooked on Phonics worked for me!”©, kids. Learn it. Live it. Love it. What the hell am I talking about, you ask? Well, it’s my Latin Buddy’s and my new Plan of Action in place of an actual miderm-type review test. See, I’m going to borrow two D20s (that’s a 20-sided… Continue reading “Dungeons and Dragons (TM) taught me Latin” ©

So not only is it my first day on the job without my mentor/trainer, but it is the day we are shipping 25x more orders than usual at my job. And to top it off, I don’t know if it’s the full moon, or some freak of nature, or what, but it would seem that… Continue reading “Katie, bar the door!”

Woo, finally the team I was rooting for in this match won.  Go Italy!  This not-really-a-sports-fan is pleased with the outcome.  I’ll miss watching/listening to the games at work, though.  But who knows; maybe that means I’ll go back to blogging!

So that is not what I wanted to see just as I was heading to bed.  A giant (quarter-sized) dark hairy hideous spider PERCHED ABOVE MY BED.  So I nab some Kleenex to bag the motherfucker – I’m sorry, not only is profanity warranted, but so is the killing of another living being, in this… Continue reading Save me from my imagination

Arrested Development (TM) Season Two is the reason my sunburn has healed.  But it’s also the reason I haven’t been as in shape as I could be, the reason I haven’t gotten many errands done over this long weekend, and the reason I basically didn’t leave the house on some of the most gorgeously un-Seattle… Continue reading Damn that comedic genius

Back before I had this job, I sometimes got together with pals and watched replays of big World Cup games at the George and Dragon.  It was hard to get through the day without the score being spoilered somehow, by an elevator screen or website or oblivious coworker (or once in the subject line of… Continue reading Soccer blues (and whites)