I suppose it would only be proper for me to begin my next hundred posts with an update of my former Illustrious Co-Worker, who was such a wellspring of inspiration throughout my first hundred. Still illustrious, I should say, but formerly a co-worker, as you'll recall she was unceremoniously dumped from the employment rolls of this shithole cubicle village by telephone one Friday evening several weeks ago.
I've actually been terribly remiss in not telling you all sooner, but she got a job within about four days of getting the boot and is apparently thriving. So good on her. And since she no longer gets to talk at me for eight hours a day, she's been keeping up the email at a rate somewhere north of one per day. Maybe I'll wring some more posts from her yet.
Unfortunately, I really do miss her since my new, much less illustrious co-worker is incredibly boring and devoid of passion. Say what you will about ICW (and she certainly has a few faults) but she sure is interesting and is forever trying to improve her (rather dismal) situation while at the same time trying to help all the morons and leeches she surrounds herself with.
New girl is maybe not as gray-matter deficient, but her life is possibly even more hopeless since she has three biological children to go with her loveless marriage to an asshole, man-child husband. The problem as I see it is that she, unlike ICW, does not recognize that her life is screwed up and unhappy, and this makes her boring.
Couple of quick points to round things out (I'm really just giving up on transitions here lately, huh?):
- I related the following to Courtney last night and she was apparently surprised and disgusted to learn that people (other people?) pick their noses: As I sat here yesterday at my new workstation uncomfortably ensconced in my cubicle (which is actually more of an elongated pentagon), my nose was feeling a little crusty so I launched an exploratory committee to ensure that there were no unsightly hangers marring my otherwise portrait-worthy visage. As in all such situations, the covert operation was followed by a quick glance around to see if my clandestine action had been observed. It was then that I noticed the security camera pointed almost directly at me from a mere 30 feet away.
- Courtney and I finally watched No Country for Old Men last night. As much as I liked There Will Be Blood, Into the Wild, and Across the Universe (my three faves of the year) and was looking forward to disagreeing with the Academy on its choice for Best Picture, I have to say they absolutely got it right. No Country completely impressed me from every angle. My favorite movie of the year.
So now we'll see where the comments go: ICW, nose-picking, Big Brother, or the movies. Commence.