Anyway, I don't really have much to blog about as I've begun work life is pretty boring and slow. In fact I'm going to tell you some semi-work related stories that probably aren't too funny, but perhaps amusing.
I have a pair of black gloves that Heather gave me for Christmas 2008. She gave me these gloves because during Christmas break 2007 I had lost one of the gloves that were my Grandpa's that he used in WWII (I believe). I'm still a little sad about that and want the one I lost replaced with a pretty much duplicate someday. They were also the gloves that I used during my mission. I really shouldn't call them gloves seeing as it was more of a mitten, but whatever back to my real story.
So gloves (and other items) have a tendency of jumping out of my pocket and getting lost. In fact I've already lost one of the gloves in the pair twice this month. Once, while we were inside Costco (we go to Costco even without a membership (using an expired membership card) to get free samples and when we are bored) I noticed that my glove was missing and had no idea where it would be. Oh well I guess I'll have to get new gloves eventually. Well when we were leaving Costco Heather and I noticed that the glove was on one of those orange cones right in front of Costco. I guess someone had found the glove and decided to put it on top of the cone just so we could find it!
The second time was probably less than a week later. I noticed that my coat pocket was missing my glove at work. Well I guess I'll have to get new gloves eventually. On Sunday I check the ward lost and found just in case. They weren't there though. As I drove into work that next week (this past Monday) a big white van stopped in the parking garage in front of me and a bunch of guys got out and started collecting trash. I thought to myself "I wonder if they'll find and throw away my glove, I better find it before them." (not even considering that the glove was most likely lost somewhere else...like Costco. Well as a pulled into a parking spot I noticed that I was going to run over something black. It was my glove! It was sopping wet and had gone missing for about a week, but there it was in this parking spot I had probably only parked in a few times before. Who knows when the next time I'll lose my glove again?Here are some more unfunny stories from that same Monday:
My office work space/cube area is pretty cold during the day so they've given some of us individual heaters. I was gifted mine from a co-worker who has a better one. Well as a result of these heaters we have shorted out the breaker, which results in the power-loss to our cube areas computers. So now we have to monitor our heater usage and only one of us in our cube area can use there individual heater at a time.
As I wrote that story down on a sticky (on Monday to tell Heather later) I kept spelling heater as heather.
I'm not very busy at work yet so on Monday I was writing a list of things I could look up on the internet. One of those things was The Melting Pot (as I briefly considered going there for my half birthday which we celebrated this week). However, when I later looked at the list I read "Me Hing Pot," and said to myself "What the heck is the Me Hing Pot." Apparently sometimes I can't even read my own handwriting.
At Williams & Sanoma they have a cake pan where you can make a cake that looks like a giant cupcake. I've always told Heather she should get that so she could make a giant cupcake. Well someone brought a giant cupcake to work which made me happy/excited.
Anyway, those are my lame-o stories. Sorry you most likely wasted your time reading them.
