This week has been surprisingly filled with catching up with friends from everywhere, which has been incredibly pleasant. Even today's two-minute talk with Erin was pretty awesome, as it reminded me of all of her stubborn non-sense of yesteryear.
Moi: How come I haven't see you in two weeks?
Erin: I ride this train every day!
Moi: I thought you only work three days a week.
Erin: I do. But I'm on this train whenever I ride it!
I wish I had more stories about absurd co-workers. Or any. But they're all too nice and normal and smart. The closest one I have is one of a fellow research assistant who decided to paint her bookshelf around 2am because she couldn't fall asleep. That wasn't half as good as J-Wo's co-worker story, which involved a drive to York, ME through the night, bloody feet, showering at work, and guys wearing each other's too tight polo shirts. Crazy people, please join DOPE to make my life more interesting. I spent most of the day reading articles and preparing a lit review. It felt a lot like doing homework. Except I couldn't just leave and take a bad grade. Or bug the people next to me. Or copy someone else's answers. So really, it wasn't like doing homework at all.
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