Free Wood

Someone put a sign in front of our office yesterday. It points into the little industrial park next to us. I thought it was exceptionally funny, especially seeing as how the accountant informed us earlier that if foot size was any indication of penis size, then he was most certainly in trouble.



I finished the first Harry Potter book. It was good. Not the best thing I've ever read, but that is probably due to the fact that it was written with children in mind. However I've always been such a sucker for a well-constructed universe and J.K. Rowling has done just that. I have the second book in my possession and will probably begin it tonight. I've decided not to watch the movie until I've finished the book though.

One of the project managers in the office is afraid of me. I'm sure of it. He's a young guy - probably around 29 or so. We clashed when he first started working here because he came in with the notion he was going to play the big-shot-big-cheese and I was going to play his little secretary chick. I was rather vicious in pointing out that I worked directly for the owner of the company and his ass was far from being my superior. Our interactions and conversations since then have been minimal and nearly always work-related. There were a few instances in which he tried to make small talk, but I shut him down fairly quickly - enough for it to be quite abrupt. While I am cordial to him, he's gotten to the point where he is nervous about asking me for something simple like a my notary abilities or a vacation request sheet. He asks his boss to ask me for him. I think I'm rather enjoying this. I like scaring boys.

I'm craving shoes. I may go on my lunch break and get some just because I feel like being a girl today.