I'm going golfing right after work. I just changed into my polo shirt, plaid pants, golf shoes, and Scottish tam with the pom pom. Ok, jeans and a t-shirt and Keds. It feels weird to be at work in jeans. Hopefully, I don't run into anyone on my way out.
Steeyoupid (ala Dexter) receptionist. First she ruined the webpage and wouldn't take any of my suggestions to fix it (hmm, will that appear on her evaluation?!) and then started talking about things that she doesn't know about to a faculty member who came to me and now she's just bugging the hell out of me.
It's time to hit some golf balls.
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