Manhands

People freak me out on the train. Today I saw a lady with manhands. Yes, you read correctly, manhands. I had to look at her twice to make sure she was indeed a woman and not a she-man. Then she did the grosses thing imaginable (I’m a little neurotic) she started filing the nails of her manhands. I was so concerned over the cup of coffee I had in my lap and whether any of those dust particles from her manhands would fall in (puke!). I wanted to scream…STOP Filing your nails on the train…You are FREAKING me out LADY!

Anyway, I don’t really like this new train I am taking to get into the new office. It is a little abandoned and a lot dirty. There are so many seats that no one can sit on cuz they are so disgusting. The line that I was taking before was always immaculate (as immaculate as anything in the underground subway system can be) and we had some of the newer trains too! You know, the ones that have the recording of a pleasant voice telling you the time and temperature, what the next stop is, and to have a great day…I miss that. Instead we have some guy hacking over the loudspeaker, ‘Stand clear of the closing doors, people.’

I’ve been very fidgety, again, today. Bosslady is in her new office but Bossman is still sitting right behind me. He hasn’t ordered his desk yet. I’ll give him my desk and sit on a fold-out table if it means not having him so close.

Just to kill time, I messed around with my desktop settings for over an hour. I settled for this wallpaper...

Is it in a Seinfeld episode where Georege Costanza sharpens pencils for eight hours at his new office because he has nothing to do? That’s how restless I feel. And I wouldn’t put it past Bossman to ask me to sharpen his pencils (I apologize if that sounds dirty; it’s not suppose to).