The Professional Fiddler

Today I fixed the dishwasher by taking the bottom cover off, fiddled with a few things, and Voila! It started working again! It reminds me of the time I fixed my portable CD player by dropping it from a height of four feet. Instincts, I tell you! Instincts!

Some days I Just Can't Take It

Today it seemed like someone planted the water cooler in front of my cubicle. There was a constant stream of trivial conversations. Then there were people that would come into my area and just stand there staring at me for a few moments after which they would say, "Watcha doin'?" I'M TRYING TO GET ONE SINGLE DANG THING DONE!! WORK! I WORK HERE! DON'T YOU?! ISN'T THERE SOMEBODY ELSE YOU CAN GO STARE AT? SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE ATTENTION PROBLEMS? I'M SURE THERE'S A NICE CONVERSATION SOMEWHERE ABOUT HOW THE DOW JONES IS DOWN ANOTHER 350 PTS BECAUSE I'VE ALREADY HAD TO ENDURE 2-3 VERSIONS OF THAT SAME CONVERSATION TODAY IN MY OWN CUBICLE...AND I WASN'T EVEN TALKING TO THEM!!!! I left work at 3:20 pm.