it is nice when a stranger smiles at you.

here's a story for the day:

there was this girl who lived in the same dorm as me my freshman year. always saw her around....always exchanged friendly smiles. she was one of those people that gave you a genuine smile which made you think she'd be really nice. she was also pretty. after a while we ended up running into each other all over campus and having these five minute conversations...which turned into ten minute conversations...etc...

except i never knew her name.

so everytime i talked to her, i'd be wondering what the heck her name was (fairly certain that she didn't know my name either). i mean, once you get into the frequent 5 minute conversations, you're way past the introductory phase where it would be okay to not know her name. *sigh* so for four years i had all these random conversations with a stranger.

the end.

i've had to talk to quite a few strangers over the last couple days for extended periods of time. i have the following conclusions:

.people are either really nice or really abrasive. i find most people to be very friendly and many of the abrasive ones to be normally friendly people with bad days or pms.

.the normally abrasive people suck to deal with. they make you appreciate the normally friendly people. a lot. i wonder what makes them so harsh. bitterness? perpetual bad attitude? too cynical? too self-centered? social moron?

.there is not much you can do to change a normally abrasive person. just gotta grin and bear it, i guess.

.i am very thankful most people are normally friendly. i don't understand people who aren't. the remorse and guilt that follow meanness would be too much for me to bear...not only that, but isn't it nice to make people smile?

i heard a song on the radio this morning that i could not, no matter how hard i concentrated, figure out some of the words. this is a pretty frequent occurence, and i've been caught way too many times singing the wrong words, so i wanted to look up the words online. i sang the words i knew over and over in my head (filling in the words i didn't know with a mumbled made up word that sounds kinda right) so i wouldn't forget it. and now that i've remembered to look up the song lyrics, i can't remember what the song was or what it was about or even one single part or word in it. darnit. oh, what was that song???

my group is getting slow. you know what this means. we're gonna have tons and tons of work right when we don't want it. oh well. thus is work.

i moved cubes. it's smaller and in an uncool location in the office (read: next to the office nazi and in the same area as the really loud annoying guy.) but whatever, we all got moved around, so it's lonely everywhere now. the plus: my cube is now across from the co-worker that went to the pistons game where they were giving out free tayshaun prince bobble heads to the first 10,000 fans. tayshaun prince is great. and guess who got the co-worker's free bobble head? ME!! yeah! (he didnt' want it, calm down.) it doesn't look like him though. i don't think any of the bobble heads look like the player they are supposed to be. do you bobble your head when you say bobble head? hehehehe....

i ate my chicken shawarma sandwich at my desk, and apparently made my entire section smell like garlic. i can't smell a darn thing, so who knows how bad my breath is kicking at the moment. listerine sheets would be useful right now. i had to settle for shocktarts. tangent. anyway....you know how rubbing your hands on stainless steel under cold water gets the the garlicky and onion-y smell off your hands after you've handled garlic and onions? i wonder if the same would work on your mouth. like if i were to eat with a stainless steel spoon, would the garlic smell go away? i guess it would be faster to suck on a stainless steel spoon, but that's just weird.

the office nazi got kicked out of her office and now has a secretary cube. can you say bitter? she's being nasty today. i hope it goes away.

note to self: next time there's a free kick and you're in the wall, do not connect face with the ball being kicked from five feet away.

apparently the bruises are practically invisible. kimmy says it's just cuz i'm so tan. good thing i went to hawaii.

ahhh...i can see my desk. all of them. this saturday is our office cleanup day (yeah,yeah..working on a saturday. it gets us an extra day off at christmastime.) i'm getting a head start...just so i won't have to work the whole day on saturday. i've removed several pounds of paper off my desk to the filing cart. i know my secretary must love me. ahhahahahahahaha. i must remember to have dusting supplies this weekend. it's too bad my desk has been buried, otherwise i think the cleaning lady might wipe it down every onece in a while. and should we discuss how dirty the phone gets? hmm. i think maybe not? (as i wipe down the earpiece..) eww.....

my manager brought in all her leftover halloween candy*.

*let me first note that her husband bought all kinds of candy -- really good candy -- from bit o' honeys to those huge chewy sweetarts to the inside out reese's peanut butter cups to sprees...you get the point. AND he got LOTS of candy. few trick-or-treaters + lots of candy = lots of leftovers.

i'm not huge on sweets, but when all kinds of candy from my childhood are readily available, i just want to eat it all. (oh, and i'm a girl. 'nuff said.) now the dilemma: my manager sits on the other side of the office (the 'boring' side, if you will) and has placed the candy on the secretary's desk. and i really have no business going over to the boring side of the office near the candy without looking like a complete cow. therefore, i must devise several plans to discuss work-related material with my manager, therefore putting the candy conveniently on my way in or out of her office.

i don't know why someone keeps stealing my box of tissues. =(

it's like someone not replacing the roll of toilet paper.