Hugging Mail Carriers and Pod People

2001-10-30 8:03 a.m.

I feel the overwhelming urge to hug mail carriers. I see them as the new army against terrorism. Despite the danger and the fear they still diligently deliver the mail and I'd like to show my appreciation by hugging them, (which admittedly would probably get me maced).

My washing machine went postal (oops!) I mean, went nuts last nice. It got stuck on the rinse cycle and flooded the mud room. I was jumping around screaming "Simon! Simon! Simon!" and he shut the water off as I turned the machine off. I should have gotten a clue when a couple of weeks ago the washing machine seemed to be washing a load of laundry for a really really long time. I think it got stuck on a washing cycle for over an hour. But boy were those clothes clean! However, I can't put up with any more flooding. That is the worst feeling in the world when you suddenly hear water spilling in a way that doesn't sound right. The joys of being an adult and a home owner. Actually buying a home is one of the coolest things I've ever done. I bought this little house all by myself and it's 100% mine. OK, technically it's .05% mine since I've only had the mortgage for a year but you get the point. So tomorrow afternoon I get to work from home and anxiously await the arrival of the Sears repairman.

Outfoxed had the phrase "Idiot Savant Bimbo" in his diary today. I think I'll put that on my business cards next time they get printed. I mean what the hell is a Quality Assurance Specialist anyway? No one knows what I do, including me and my boss.

And Ms. M, I too work in a place where we call our co-worker's team members. I'm on a team. Doesn't that just sound warm and fuzzy? Oh well, in Simon's area they are grouping their people into pods. Pods. Makes me think of squeeing dolphins. eeeeeeee! eeeeeeee! Either that or a bad horror movie "Return of the Pod People!"

Note to self: Wear cat ears to work tomorrow.

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