So after last night's catered event, I'm more convinced than ever that the key to having a happy tenure in one's workplace is to get in good with the janitorial staff. Gave Evelyn the cleaning lady and her partner (don't know his name; tall black guy who Evelyn calls "Stretch") all the leftover cookies and brownies. In return, I got unsolicited help and managed to flee an hour before I had anticipated.
Last night=Good. Amanda's birthday. Went to Nat and Amanda's and had beer and dip and fruit. Jen cooked dinner: real Caesar salad (with anchovies that could knock your spine off its ass) and homemade clam chowder. Everyone sat around being crude and laughing asses off. Melinda accidentally catapulted a fork and piece of birthday cake across the room as a result of excessive gesticulation. We determined that, on the whole, men are more likely to recognize the erotic nature of spanking than women. Case in point: I find the whole idea off-putting. The only person who ever spanked me was my mother when I was about 6. If that Pavlovian stimulus suddenly transformed me into a love tiger, I'd run screaming for more therapy.
Holly asked for suggestions last night for a zingy achronym for a new program she's creating at work to encourage young, inner-city girls to avoid getting knocked up. Steve and Nat thought she should call it Teenage Women Attaining Trust. TWAT.
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