on an earthy matter

i cannot grasp this one - how could it be that someone fixed the building's pipes and DIDN'T sort out the grounding *at all*?!

just another issue. at least i know about it.

i'm having trouble finding cardboard boxes for the move. and the man with the ducks doesn't commit to opening his store at the listed times. and the girl at the checkout and a cute girl on the bus flirted with me - i'd suspect a good hair day if i had any.

i've been thinking about how to approach the guys about the electronic recycling: the only metaphor that comes to mind is that of a man relieving himself on someone else's desk, and then a friend of his coming to his defence by saying that he didn't know better, and at least he's stopped licking it up afterwards.

that's pretty vulgar, but a fairly good approximation of the attitude. i can't wait to get back to my office.