My roommate/co-worker is giving me shit for watching stupid videos online while she is trying to *work.
I am totally procrastinating right now. I am supposed to be working on a show site and I'm just creatively bankrupt. I spent all my creativity on a California client early this am. Now I am just floundering and drinking too much diet coke.
Amy/girl/person was at the dog park this morning and I accidentally got chatty with her. I still think she is nuts. but the other dog park people told me she had some operation on her spine and that's why she had not been around for a week. So I naturally felt like a cad for thinking negative thoughts about people who are broken and currently going through skeletal renovations. I should not have verbalized my guilt. It took me about 45 minutes to shake her off.
So we have decided to confuse tele-marketers by turning our LAN line into a Secret Confessions and General Gripes phone in line. The number is 410-451-0003 if you have anything you need to vent about. We prefer random anonymous calls to insurance sales calls. There is one insurance guy who called (live - not recording) and got kind of excited about the concept. He is calling back daily with messages and tagging them with the insurance phone # so that he can justify doing it on work time. We presume that is why he does it. We will never call his number. But the exciting thing for us is that this answering machine for the LAN line announces throughout the house off of every handset. And it's exciting. You never know who will call. And we have never had enough energy to check the caller ID...so we just continue doing what we are doing while pondering who the hell that was.
One guy calls and rats himself out every time he farts...I wonder if that is my father? I am tempted to call in myself when out visiting society. I do a lot of things that inspire guilt.
okay...I must go back to earning a living.