Manic Monday #51

There is nothing like the look on an IT person's face when you breathlessly dash into their cubicle babbling about the virus warning that popped up on your screen.  It's a true Kodak moment.

I don't think I had a single cup of coffee at work today.  It's official - the universe is off its axis.  Quick - everyone in New Zealand jump up and down to knock it back on course.  Or I guess I could just stop at Starbucks tomorrow morning.  (FYI - Dear Mac - It's about time you start recognizing "Starbucks" as a properly spelled word and quit underlining it in red.)

In an ode to Michael Jackson today I went to work sporting white gym socks with my black Mary Janes.  Okay, so it was more like I forgot to pack black socks when I left for my moms house on Friday and was just too lazy to ask my mom for a pair this morning.

If I don't do some serious laundry soon "business casual" is going to mean "olive green yoga pants and a ski sweater with reindeer". 

Kudos to the marketing people at Sunsweet - you packaged these "dried plums" in such a way that I didn't realize I had just bought individually wrapped prunes until I got home.

Just in case you were curious, that odd green glow coming from my desk whenever I shut off my light is not, in fact, a toxic waste spill.  It's just my glow-in-the-dark Bat Pez Dispenser filled with grape PEZ (Really, is there any other flavor?)

~ The Office Scribe