This and That

My favorite new song at the moment!
Flipsyde - Trumpets



There's an older gentleman who often rides the bus I do in the mornings. He's always talking to himself. Aloud. Quite loud. I was thinking to myself, "That's totally me when I'm older." Then it dawned on me. That's me now. I already do talk to myself. Aloud. In public. God help me.



Does everything have to be a reminder of what's coming up next year?!? Sheesh.



Ok, people. This is war. Everytime someone comes to my desk to give me a new assignment or explain something at work, I usually end up losing or gaining a writing utensil. More often than not, I end up losing one. I can't tell you how many times I've gone to the cabinet to get a new pen because people take mine with them. It really shouldn't be that difficult to know if the pen is mine or yours, should it? The issue has only recently reached heightened proportions because we don't have any extra pens in the cabinet anymore, so I'm guarding the one I have with my life. Maybe I should write my name on it. Either that, or buy one of those with the troll on the end (You know, with the crazy pink hair). Then nobody should confuse it with their own. Plus, I could braid the hair during slow hours.



Und man sagt, die Deutschen verständen keinen Spaß…




I've been buying these packages of multigrain rolls at Aldi where I throw them in the oven for 8 minutes and they're good to go. There are supposed to be 8 in each bag. Recently, I realized there were 9 in the bag I had bought. Nice. Then, when purchasing another last week, I realized there were only 7. Although that would've evened me out from the previous week, I decided to search for a different bag. Next bag - 9. I know Aldi keeps prices very low, but perhaps they should consider introducing a MEAP test or something for its employees (If you're a product of the Michigan public school system, you'd know what that is!). Actually, do people or machines count out things like that? I dunno.