i am waiting for the day, waiting for the day when it’s workplace acceptable to sing along to the songs on your headphones. or i wait for the day when people will not make fun of you when they hear you singing along to the songs on your headphones. i’m not picky.

also, bonnie brought her daughter to work today. the daughter of bonnie is about 8. the bosslady has her doing some sort of mundane task that makes the daughter of bonnie feel most important. the daughter of bonnie just walked past where me and the webboy sit (the wondergeek and the woman who drive me batty are both out today).

“that’s the new copywriter,” he said.
“gah, they get younger everyday.”
“yeah.”
“well maybe she can find a different word for ‘create,’ because lord knows i can’t.”