i’m sitting in one of the board rooms with Al, the cutest girl on earth™. she is typing furiously on some creative brief. i am supposed to be helping her, but mostly she wants me to just wait until she is done furiously typing and then listen and react. i am the listener and the reacter today.

it’s my job and i’m good at it.

as she types i think about how we’ve spent the past week stuck in this room and yet we’re still not sick of each other. but mostly for some reason, i was thinking about how every thursday she dances into my cube and tells me about her yoga class. she goes to yoga every wednesday and it’s the weirdest yoga class ever. mostly because she’s got a couple of snotty classmates who say things like ‘showoff’ under their breath whenever Al does a particularly difficult pose. and how they make faces to each other in an attempt to make fun of Al.

seamus and i love this. we love talking about how very unZen it is to be bitchy in yoga class and mostly we talk about how Al should rearrange their chakras and fuck with their feng shui for being so mean.