Typing in the dark
2001-12-10 8:40 a.m.
In an effort at energy conservation my workplace has installed motion detector lights that turn off automatically when people go home. Unfortunately the lights also turn off when everyone is working quietly in their cubicle. Hence I'm sitting in the dark typing. I suppose these lights work great on the floors where there's a bunch of hustle and bustle but for us consultanty types it means the lights will suddenly shut off while everyone is diligently working.
I was Martha Fucking Stewart this weekend. I was a baking machine. Four different types of cookies all on a Saturday night (I don't get out much). So today I am plying my coworkers with treats in hopes they won't ask me to help them on any projects before the end of the year. I feel bad because one of my co-workers is a vegan and all my cookies have tons o' butter and eggs in them. If anyone has a good vegan cookie recipe please send it to me. I'll be making more cookies this weekend. It is pretty cute the way he has to smell everything that people bake. He just had his nose over the bag of cookies and was inhaling deeply while making yummy noises.
My cat, Trinity seems very interested in the whole morning make up process. She sits on the counter and watches me intently as I go through the whole conceal, foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow, mascara, lip liner, lip gloss and hair curl routine. I'm worried that I'll come home one day and find her with mascara all over her whiskers and lipstick on her nose. Sometimes she runs off with my make up brushes and I usually find them under the bathtub.
Yesterday was a complete wash. Simon and I watched Star Trek Next Generations reruns, took naps and read trashy novels. I got nothing accomplished except for a short burst of energy when I wrapped Christmas prezzies.
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