I’ll have a Cambodian non-fat macchiato

The German bought yet another piece of scientific equipment at surplus. Our entire garage and workshop is now the surplus annex. He purchased some type of oven, which he kept referring to as a “muffin” oven, or what I thought was a muffin oven, but then he said you can turn it up to 2000 degrees. This made no sense. He’s planning on melting some type of chemical, but then he said he was going to bake or dry some other something compound. Jesus, I have no idea what’s going on!

Work was a bit better today. Although, I had on a tragic outfit. I was in a hurry this morning, so I threw on my beach terry cloth cover up over jeans, with mountain climbing ice shoes, cubic zirconia earrings and a muffler around my neck. It was fubar! Of course I had a meeting today with my mentor, in this tragically fubar outfit, to go over my retention file that’s due next week. Luckily, she said I was in good shape, but reminded me that this wasn’t a practice in scrapbooking. I’m always prostituting myself for the smallest morsel of recognition that I can throw in my file, so any little scrap of paper or gum wrapper that has a scribbled “thanks” or “thx” (written in taco sauce) I put into a plastic sleeve and categorize it under “letters of support.” I’m just pathetic with my little scrappy notes and soap-opera vocabulary. Maybe I’ll include the following definition under Job Description:

librarian
A chick who seems really sweet and nice and shy when out. But, once you get her alone turns into a raging sexual freak. Generally,they're sadomasochistic, man beating, she-devils from hell. i.e. They freakin rock!

Man that chick I met at the bible group was a total librarian!

Tonight I played the book lover’s edition of Trivial Pursuit with some friends and one of the answers was Cambodia. I don’t even remember what the question was, but we guessed that most students probably think it’s some type of coffee drink from Starbucks. Speaking of Starbucks, I used to work there with my friend D (who is off to W. Va. to shoot a Victorian-period porn piece), in Oak Park. We had loads (not like hot loads) of fun! At night we would go into the window and do "improvisational mime." It was quite entertaining. Sometimes we would incorporate props, such as whipped cream or beans. The folks in the movie theater line loved it. We even got a $20 tip once from that freaky JT. Ah, the good ol days.