My bottles are multiplying like rabbits

One is water, one is a vitamin drink mix. I need to relocate my desk into the ladies room.
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1ltr bottle I take to work

My bottle sticks it's tongue out and taunts me all day. I drink at least one of these full of water a day.
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JarJar Vietopia Style

I was inspired by my spring roll a la JarJar.
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What to do when bored at work

Recycled art. Yes, I was bored.
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Wet AT&T building

It cracks me up how the building across the street stays partially dry during a rainy day. I don't understand how it happens. Is the building made out of sponge and only occasionally gets too full?
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My view today

Totally sweet!
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Current Desktop configuration

This is cracking me up!
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Cafe in the basement where I work

This is an advertisement for a cafe in the basement where I work. English isn't there first language.
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My coworker cracks me up!

My coworker put this note on a drawing done by a mutual coworker where she was patting herself on the back. I found it very funny! I ended up with the post-it note some how.
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Frosty the shredded paper man

My coworkers are so silly! Must be why we get along so well. We were shredding fools that day, there were predictions for snow that week, so they were inspired to make a snowman in the office.
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Parking Garage 06:08 this morning

I pulled in to the parking garage this morning @ 06:08 and the ground floor was full. When do these people sleep? Seriously? I wanna know. I got to my desk at 06:15 and was "late". Really, am I on glue?
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Oktoberfest Rudi Lechner style

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Jack makes any office happy!

I was grabbing a bite to eat in the next bay over from my desk in between the mass amounts of work. How can you not leak a smile around Jack?
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Lunch at the Green Symposium

Yummy lunch

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Embossed Business Card

Top of a business card I just received from today's guest speaker. Pretty fancy card. Yes that is embossed.

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One of Life's Great Formulas

One of my favorite coworkers shared a new formula with me today. I modified it just slightly to remove direct ties to guilty parties. This is such a true formula.

CIF / CTL = POF

Which means --

Coworker irritation factor

divided by

Crap Tolerance Level =

P.O'd factor

Sunshade in a Garage

When I used to be located in Greenway 5, I would come across this corvette often. I always parked on the 2nd floor below the basement. That means there was absolutely no hint of sunlight. So, do you notice anything weird about the photo? Yes, that's it. There are sunshades up in the front windshield. This always gave me a bit of a chuckle. Was it just habit of the driver to put the shades up, or was he that anal retentive about his car?

The Trio

The Trio has seemingly perfected the "You're an Idiot" condescending presentation of every word uttered from their mouths. In their minds, they are superior, everyone else inferior, and we should all be bowing to kiss their feet and beg for their divine guidance.

This was inspired by the nauseating phone call I got to listen to this morning at 6 am involving Toe Jam and some poor soul she was berating.

Oddly enough, it just dawned on me that one of the other 1-uppers from my past was nicknamed Toe Meat. Ugh! That's a really disgusting story behind the invention of that nickname. That was the 1-upper that didn't know when some information was too much information. She shared with us that she had some problem with her toes where she had to have some of the meat removed from them. YUCK! Hence the name Toe Meat. I think it's rather fitting.

Interesting side note: My Wardrobe Malfunction

Along with the absolutely annoying design of my suit with its Fauckets, I have also become plagued with a problem that occurs in the ladies room. See, when I sit down, some how the heel of my high heel shoe keeps getting entangled in the hem of my pants. When I stand + pull up pants, I am now stuck in my pants. If I start to lose my balance because I've just whisked the shoes out from under me caught in the pants, and go to take a step to regain my balance, I then yank the pants back down (potentially crashing to the floor). If I haven't regained my balance, I could knock myself out cold in these stalls made of metal. Now that would be embarrasing.

I haven't figured out a fix for this wardrobe malfunction and I have more than one set of pants that causes this problem.

I Really Do Hate Fauckets

Did your head just cock to the side as you read that? Well, let me explain a Faucket to you. You see, everyone at some time in there life had been plagued by some really bad decision that was made probably centuries ago. I wear a ladies business suit to work every day. A high percentage of ladies suits lack pants pockets. That's not necessarily a problem as the jacket usually has pockets in it. However, *dun dun dun duuuuuun* my Faucket is actually in place of the real pocket. It looks like I have a pocket, when in fact I really have a useless external flap of material. *mind starts to wander* . . . back to my Faucket. I have had Fauckets in some of my slacks, usually on the backside. And then I've come to realize that they were actually sewn shut full blown pockets. I have ripped that stitching right out of there and then been on my way smiling with a real pocket.

Today I am plagued with no pockets in the pants, and 2 Fauckets in the jacket. And no additional stitching present to reveal that in fact it is a sewn shut pocket. ARGH! So to everyone and their Fauckets, I feel for you.