Remember the hail storm from a few weeks ago that I forgot to mention? The body of my suv got beat up, but atleast the windshield held strong. I am now looking for one lucky volunteer to come pick my car up while I'm at work and take it to get it checked out by an insurance
weasel claims adjustor. Applicants must have a valid Driver's License and agree to bring a large vanilla Dr. Pepper back to me. (Or perhaps some coffee or ice cream instead? Show some initiative and surprise me.)
Oh, and here's a fun news story a friend passed on to me. Apparently a British study shows that chocolate gives your brain more of a buzz than kissing does. The mad scientists proved this by attaching some electrodes to a group of 20 year-olds, hooking them up with chocolate, and then...well...they really hooked them up. My only question is this: Where am I when scientists need this kind of guinea pig? What does the qualifying questionnaire look like for this kind of study? "Do you like chocolate? Do you like kissing? If you answered YES to both questions, we need your help." Seriously, I want to do my part for science. All I need is the right opportunity.
I worked 8:30 - 7:30 today. Then I ran an errand for the branch after work. Now it's 10:15 and I've still got another fifteen minutes before my clothes are dry. But what I'm really doing is procrastinating the homework I have for tomorrow morning's area-wide management meeting. The topic of the homework? How to most effectively motivate employees. See, this is why I don't talk about work much on here - no one likes a whiny blog. And if I wrote about work I would have to do it honestly, and if I did it honestly I'd have to take steps to conceal my identity more, and that cat is pretty much out of the bag, and I don't really want to have the conversation where I'm called on to explain myself for having referred to someone in particular as an as-...well, you get the picture.
Last night I pushed back my bedtime an additional fifteen minutes and pried my eyes open long enough to read the first chapter of Chuck Klosterman's Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs. I've read a few articles he's written for ESPN.com and possibly a magazine or two, but mostly I'm coming to this strictly from positive word of mouth. I'm excited about reading this one...more thoughts later as I get further into it.
Okay, everyone, cross your fingers that the haircut I'm pinning all my hopes of tomorrow on actually takes place.