This is the Xlerator Hand Dryer. If you've never felt the power of an Xlerator, you've not lived. Here's the deal with the Xlerator...some years back, A-Younger-Poppy and I were out with friends, Amy W. and Kevin (they have since moved to Brooklyn and have broken up.) at Kennedy's in North Beach. I went to use the restroom and Amy told me to make sure I checked out the Xlerator. So I did. The power was awesome. At the time I had long hair and thought it would be fun to stick my head under it...so I did. My hair looked like I'd been in a Cat 5 or stuck my wet finger in a light socket. Next time you're in the potty and you see the Xlerator try it!!
Okay, even though I love the Xlerator, the bathroom is located right outside the main conference room which has floor to ceiling glass. I hate, hate, hate having to do #1 or #2 with an audience. It's kind of like when construction workers have to use the Blue Room on the curb...it's just weird. Also, that Xlerator is so powerful, I can hear it all the way back at my desk on the other side of the building.
I found that I'd rather eat my lunch cold rather than go all the way to the basement to heat it up.
I found that someone is using one of our precious filing cabinets in the basement to store their clothes. Gross. Wonder who?
I found that anyone who walks by my doorway has to look at me. Not to worry STT, I'm not talking about you. I like it when you look inside and even when you come talk to me, makes me feel less lonely.
I found that since I'm not in the Executive Office anymore, I can't hear any of the good stuff that's going on.
I found that I miss FFM-Laurie.
I love where I'm sitting and I love the open airy feeling of the place.
I don't love motion-sensor neon lights. I don't like neon lights and I can't figure out how to keep them off. Did you know that neon lights can trigger a migraine? I was going to tape a piece of black paper over the sensor, but then when the janitorial folks come at night, they won't be able to see.
That's all I can think of at the moment and I think I'm done with writing about our new digs.
Happy 4th of July, by the way. Today, I started the day by spatchcocking one of those expensive happy chickens. It's going to get cooked in a cast iron pan with thyme, rosemary, sage, some celery, onion and garlic. Then I weeded the front yard and relocated a dying cactus. I fertilized that cactus and also fertilized our dying palm tree. I think our soil in the front is toxic. After that, I stripped the bed...with a little help...
Then I cleaned the house. Now, I get to relax.
Oh, wait, I put this together too. It's for our new workout routine. You can do chin-ups, pull-ups; you can take it off the doorway and put it on the floor and do crunches and push-ups. You can even buy Ab-Straps to go on it too. Unfortunately, Fatass can't do any of those things yet because, well, she's Fatass!
You know, Fatass will never give up the dream of being a sin fwench woman! (I don't know why the text appears like that. Stupid blog.)
Speaking of sin Fwench women...Dad and I went bowling last night followed by dinner at Denny's. I noticed, while I was eating my bunless cheese burger and green salad, that 99% of the folks eating at Denny's were obese. Hmmm.
Well, time for me to watch BBQ Pitmasters!
Bye bye!
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