Passed a baby boutique today with a sign in the window that said "european children," annoying lower case and everything. I wonder if that's where Wolfgang got his new daughter.
As a research assistant, I see very, very, very few patients because most of our studies aren't clinical. Today, however, I had a chance to get out of the office and into a clinic only to be stood up by my subject. This, however, afforded me the chance to get about as close to watching a full soaps episode as I've ever gotten. I only stuck around for 40 minutes, but there was a bomb explosion, abduction, seduction of a naive Irish nun by Italian man, flashback parallels, reading of other people's letters, people being arranged to meet by unknown hands and of course, the classic memory loss and unrequited love. I don't know how people keep up with all this. Those 40 minutes took a lot out of me.
It's always edifying when people at work refer to your cubicle as a pigeon-hole. Or remark on how your $40+ K-a-year tuition prepared you to label envelopes all day. But then there are those glimmers of sheer joy at work, like today, when I discovered that my computer could now print double sided and Caitlin- the other new hire- shared in my excitement. Knowing that I could now cross asking for a new printer/computer off of my Christmas wish list? That was a life affirming moment that just made my day.
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