I think that one of my next door neighbors may be a secret Nazi.
Maybe not so secret. Is it a secret if you have an Iron Eagle sticker on your mailbox?
I don’t know.
My overactive imagination has been running wild the past few weeks about this. I run possible options in my head while I walk past their door when I come home from work every day.
On the one hand they aren’t hurting anyone. On the other hand secret Nazi.
Continue reading “The Walk Home”
Today, one of my coworkers showed me some of her brand of stress related crazy.
She draws out boxes in intervals of time, and makes them smaller and smaller the longer time goes on. She said it helps her relax and count down how much longer she has until she gets to go home.
I decided to share mine, I mean I figured since she’d decided to share something so personal with me it was only fair that I do the same. I would assume that that was the sort of response you’re supposed to give?
I’m not really sure because I don’t think I’m doing too well at the whole ‘being social at work’ thing.
Continue reading “Sweeps”