Sugar high

There is a crazy amount of sugar in my office. All the time. My boss was on a candy corn high the entire two weeks leading up to Halloween. (And candy corn? Why eat candy corn when the World provides its good citizens with M&Ms and Reeses Pieces and infinitely-tastier chocolate-based candy?) I made chocolate chip cookies yesterday and brought them in, feeling pressured to contribute.  Also hoping they'll stop calling me "new girl" already. But today? Today takes the Proverbial Chocolate Frosted Cake: two boxes of Krispy Kremes and a box of miniature cupcakes from an honest-to-God cupcake store. Did I mention the  food table is a mere five steps from my desk? That I have to look at a little box of cupcakes all day long?

We also listen to the radio while we consume our refined-sugary treats. For some reason the radio stations in my city feel compelled to play that godawful Modest Mouse song every hour. Well, I know the reason, that being that Modest Mouse originated half an hour away in that hotbed of exploding musical culture, Issaquah, and we locals are going to feel extra good about ourselves because of it (see: Mt. St. Helen's.) But really, I hate that song and want to puncture my eardrums with the little plastic forks on the food table every time it starts bounce-bouncing along the airwaves. That Carbon Leaf song though, the one they play almost every hour, the one about living the life extraordinary? That song is awesome. Memo to The Mountain: I'd like a more inclusive role in programming decisions. Thanks.

It's the Friday of production week, it's not raining, and I'm going to a concert tonight. (Albeit a Bruce Hornsby concert and I know I'm not supposed to talk about co-workers, but my boss just totally did an imitation of the aging hippies who are sure to be sitting next to me, the older Bruce fans, the ones with arthritis and palsy so bad they'll have to ask me to light their doobies for them and it was hee-larious.)  But because the concert doesn't start till 8 and I don't want to drive home and back again, there will be a bit of downtown Christmas shopping and pre-funking at a friend's apartment beforehand. This spells even more Friday afternoon restlessness than usual. Bleah.

What is this post about? Right. Nothing. Just wanted to get that mopey stuff from yesterday off the page. Which is solved, by the way. Magical things happen when Denial is your coping mechanism of choice. What about grad school? Was I researching grad school? Also, Creepy Eye-Batty Maria got booted off The Apprentice last night and all is right with the world again. (Okay, so Wes got himself sacked too, because, sadly, hotness does not equal leadership. But that cab ride? The shared cab ride of Oblivious Loser Exit Interviews? Funnier than old hippies with palsy.)

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