|Great. Carpal tunnel|
and mercury poisoning.
I finally tracked down my team in another building. It seems that while I was gone we'd been re-org'd into a different department. I moved my belongings into what I assumed was my new cubicle. I made this assumption based on the fact it was the only only vacant cube near my team, occupied by only a large building support column and a stash of florescent tubes.
Saturday JB uploaded a bunch of vacation pictures to Facebook. It was fun to relive all the good times and to know it all really happened, and that it wasn't just a dream. Then I made him take them off. Unfortunately not before my sister saw a photo of me in my underwear.
|I've used my $2000 gym bag only once|
so far. To move a Dell workstation.
But since meeting so many great new friends on the cruise, I've been getting a lot of friend requests which has compelled me to reengage with Facebook and my tangled ball of "Facebook Friends". This mass includes all the above groups all mixed together with absolutely no context whatsoever.
And that's my problem with Facebook.
|You can fill-flash my ass, Al.|
"Pat, turn on the fill-flash next time. It'll help with the shadows."
|I need to start a book club|
for the humor challenged.
Again, another college acquaintance felt the need to chime in. "I recommend Plato's Republic, or Crime and Punishment by Dostoyevsky."
God, I hate Facebook.