These last couple weeks have NEARLY killed me, but I've stayed healthy (knock on wood) and plowed through some gigantic special events and some very long days.
Monday, I work 830-430 and head out to LA that evening.
And then, it will be 2014.
Bananas.
7-year-old, seeing me mop up a spill: Are you a janitor?
Colleague A, showing her cynicism, while offering dating advice: Don't buy him dinner. Because it's inevitably gonna go to crap, you might as well get free food until then.
13-year-old boy, during a game of Taboo: A chick on the side of the road trying to make some money.
Me: Wait, is it a hoe?
16-year-old boy, singing, as he approached my desk: Pippy Longstocking is coming into your town.
Me: Did you really just do that?
Boy: That's my jam!
12-year-old girl: What's sour melon?
Me: What?
Girl: Like when you get sick from eating raw food.
Me, to my colleague, after seeing some middle schoolers do some too-close dancing: Nobody got pregnant?
12-year-old girl: ANNIE!
Me: What?
Girl: YOU'RE A WOMAN!
Colleague B, describing herself as a baby: I was a bowling ball with eyes.
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
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