In the run up to our team building exercises next week, we’re supposed to come up with a “fun fact” that our co-workers might not know to help break the ice during our first set of meetings. I’m pretty sure this is after the office furniture tower and before the trust fall. I have no
This was simply too amusing not to share. From my friend D, we have a true representation of what next week will bring (only add snow and more bitterness):
I’m fascinated by this “picture a day” craze that seems to be sweeping my Facebook friends. It’s a really simple concept: you take a photo every day for a year. It can be representational of your mood, a desire, fabulously artistic, or an actual picture of what you are doing that day. I can’t imagine
I’m fascinated by this “picture a day” craze that seems to be sweeping my Facebook friends. It’s a really simple concept: you take a photo every day for a year. It can be representational of your mood, a desire, fabulously artistic, or an actual picture of what you are doing that day. I can’t imagine
Little things inspire me to write. Big things inspire me to stop. Occasionally, big things also make me reflect, curse and start once more. For instance, today I lost a fight with my laptop. I don’t mean that metaphorically. I was struggling to get my laptop out of my bag. I pulled too hard at