Communicating

It’s Friday. La la la la. 

I haven’t run since Sunday and I feel lumpy…lumpish.  Like a lump.  I am planning to run tomorrow and Sunday.  Perhaps I can work off the 10 mint cookies I ate over the past two days.  They were like the Thin Mint cookies except they were Fat. Fat Mints.  I brought the rest to work so other people could eat them also.

I leave for vacation in 15 days I am beginning to count them down.  Countdown to spreading a towel on my patch of sand and reading the day away.  What will I do in the evening?  Take a book to bed and read. This is my idea of a perfect vacation. No singing, no dancing, no partay. No no no.

Yesterday was a day for weirdness.  I sent very clear email and ended up with correspondence analogous to this:

me:  can you sent report x to the webguy?

her:  here’s report x–let me know what else you need.

me:  so the webguy has report x?

her: this is in response to your inquiry.

I would be so happy if there was a reading comprehension test before these people got hired.  The offender works in our c0mmunications department. ha ha ha. 

me:  I don’t need report x.  I need the webguy to get it.

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