Silverstein

For some reason, when I woke up this morning the following Shel Silverstein poem was in my head:

"It's a genuine anteater!"
The pet man told my dad.
Turns out it was an AUNTeater
and now my Uncle's mad.

My annual performance review is today. I'm going to get reamed, I think.

Ich Liebe!

Thanks for the new icon, hamadryad! I LOVE IT!

Book Update, Performance review

Another book out of the way: I finished Fifth Business, bringing my total for the year to seven books and four plays. The next book is a collection of short stories by George Saunders called Pastoralia. Saunders is the author of the wonderful short story Jon that you've never read because you secretly hate me. At this point I've probably blown it so far out of proportion that it won't live up to expectations no matter how good it is. Anyway, I already read the shortest story in the book and I enjoyed it, thought not as much as Jon.

My performance review went... okay. Thanks for all the well wishes! The review was like a high school parent-teacher conference: I'm doing well but not living up to my potential. Not glowing, not horrible. He didn't mention my constant dicking around on the internet at all, so I'll assume that I'm allowed to. His biggest complaint was my not showing up on time and my lack of enthusiasm. Oh, and he didn't seem pleased with my shrine to eight_fifteen and didn't think that the candles were allowed, so I'll have to take it home. I don't know what I'll do during the day, though. How will I show my love?

I should do a silly poll, shouldn't I?

Another Poll

( Another silly poll. You know you want to. )