I like how Word is so decrepit and sluggish that sometimes it takes 5-6 seconds to display a document when I switch over from another application, and you might be all boo hoo look at the poor fat baby and his terrible life but when that other application is a web browser loaded up with a picture of say like maybe some coked-out starlet w/boob, for example, and someone is fast approaching my desk, obviously with intent to loom, then 5-6 seconds is plenty long, is desperately long.

Also it looks like the glory days of having this whole cubicle zone to myself are over, with two new people in the western construct, another one about to arrive to my northeast, and my long-absent-on-maternity-leave cubiclemate making a triumphant return next month. And certainly I exult in the return of human life, the buzz of activity, the elastic thrum of interpersonal drama, but mostly I wish whatsername would sit down, sit down, why are you standing up and looking around all the time, you should either skulk below cubicle-level or leave, just walk away and make something of yourself somewhere far away, is my thinking. OK now the other one is standing up and talking on the phone while looking over here. CAN YOU READ THIS? PLEASE SIT DOWN PLEASE.

I had to give a Powerpoint presentation on Monday. I had to prepare this presentation on Sunday — Sunday, the day that I thought was reserved for asking Jesus for presents. So that’s why there’s a cavernous atrium where my heart used to be. I’m not saying the Powerpoint didn’t kill, because oh it killed, it was A-list material, but doing stellar Powerpoint presentations is not something to be proud of, not something to be known for, and pretty much bodes serious ill.