The Ill Literati Speaks
In a magnificent combination of effluence and influence, the Ill Literati is feeling a little under the weather. While it's not really my nature to complain all the time (my coworker's opinion notwithstanding), I'm getting pretty damn tired of being sick all the time.
Isn't Seasonal Affective Disorder supposed to happen in the Fall?
Mind you, despite all the bonus sunshine outdoors, I am still cooped up behind the plexiglass half-wall of my Veal Fattening Pen. (Ta da - a literary reference for my Douglas Coupland fans.) Would it be so terrible to swap some of the accountants out of an office and allow the creative types an office, a door and a window? Imagine the surge of productivity a writer and a graphic designer could enjoy with a little quiet and privacy!
Ah, well - dreamin'. We're told that things will change in the new building. A building that the IT guy gleefully tells me has been "on the horizon" for the five years he has worked here. Meanwhile, the admin staff has to start looking at time-sharing desks simply to find space for everyone who works here.
Yark! Still no reply on the "Choose Your Own Adventure" restaurant review. Maybe he's ignoring me, hoping I'll go away. More likely, he's absolutely swamped and giving me enough rope to hang myself. Either way, we'll see what he says!
Your Forgotten English for the day: thunderstone
The imaginary product of thunder, formed by the erroneous fancy that the destruction caused by lightning had an accompanying solid body. Similar to a thunderbolt: Pliny identified them as "Brontia," a species of gem, while others considered them the fossils known as "belemites."
Isn't Seasonal Affective Disorder supposed to happen in the Fall?
Mind you, despite all the bonus sunshine outdoors, I am still cooped up behind the plexiglass half-wall of my Veal Fattening Pen. (Ta da - a literary reference for my Douglas Coupland fans.) Would it be so terrible to swap some of the accountants out of an office and allow the creative types an office, a door and a window? Imagine the surge of productivity a writer and a graphic designer could enjoy with a little quiet and privacy!
Ah, well - dreamin'. We're told that things will change in the new building. A building that the IT guy gleefully tells me has been "on the horizon" for the five years he has worked here. Meanwhile, the admin staff has to start looking at time-sharing desks simply to find space for everyone who works here.
Yark! Still no reply on the "Choose Your Own Adventure" restaurant review. Maybe he's ignoring me, hoping I'll go away. More likely, he's absolutely swamped and giving me enough rope to hang myself. Either way, we'll see what he says!
Your Forgotten English for the day: thunderstone
The imaginary product of thunder, formed by the erroneous fancy that the destruction caused by lightning had an accompanying solid body. Similar to a thunderbolt: Pliny identified them as "Brontia," a species of gem, while others considered them the fossils known as "belemites."
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