I don’t want to do the whole cliché “I hate Mondays” thing, like Garfield or that song by that one guy where the girl kills herself (I almost typed “where the girl girls herself” – I have no idea what that could mean), and NO, I don’t have a case of the Mondays, but ugh. Mondays, you know? (I really mean this, but I’m finding it hard not to smile at the ridiculousness of writing about it – ooh, solution!) They wouldn’t be so bad if we had a day off in the middle of every week. No work on Wednesdays! That’s my battle-cry. Or it will be. My focus is entirely on lunch right now – more specifically, putting off lunch. I’m hungry NOW, but I’m going grocery shopping after work today, which means dinner will be later, which means I’ll be hungry while I shop, which is bad. So. Eat lunch a little later, make it through grocery shopping without buying everything in sight because I’m the hungry hungry caterpillar. I can do it. I can make it to 1pm. I can.
While I’m watching the clock, let’s talk about something completely different: it is fundamentally funny to overhear developers having serious conversations about clobs and blobs. Yes, I work in IT, and yes, I know what they are (in the most general way – for the curious, they refer to different methods of storing data in a database. Those of you who know better: how wrong am I? No, wait – you don’t have to tell me), but that doesn’t make the words less silly. The visuals are fun, though. Maybe the world on the other side of my cube’s wall is animated. It’s a childishly-drawn cartoon where clobs and blobs have faces and personalities and need to be readily identified by others. You know, maybe.