Happy Thanksgiving. I'm thankful for having the day off from making a post. What? I have to make a post? Damn, you people are slave drivers.
A few days ago I saw this on dsandler.org and decided that I had to do it as well. The pictures were taken on Tuesday, the last day I worked this week. Some pictures are on the blurry side, as I was using my camera phone some hours. (read as: I was too lazy to dig around under my desk and get out the D80)
9am: I overslept and am only leaving for work, rather than actually being at work on time.
10am: It was my boss' turn to bring coffee and he didn't show up with it until 10. We are going to need to discuss this arrangement if he wants to keep trading off days.
11am: Looky, I went to a secretive, private, exclusive establishment known as our mailbox.
noon: Getting my NaBloPoMo post for today completed.
1pm: I went to Stanford mall during my lunch. yay for shopping during the work day.
2pm: Time to check my email and to have another cup of coffee. Iced this time.
3pm: I had to run out to my car and stop to take pictures of myself. You know, because I'm so pretty.
4pm: I had just finished a phone call to one of our venues to discuss all the problems we've been having with service. Is it really too much to ask for juggling albino midgets, riding on unicorns to be in our suite for every event? I think not.
5pm: Stopping to get dinner, which was a mistake as every person in the South Bay Area was shopping for Thanksgiving
6pm: Dinnertime. The chicken doesn't look very appealing, but it was tasty.
This was fun, maybe we'll do it again soon.