rumor has it that NSIT has a reorg coming down the pike, to be delivered Real Soon Now. like, today or tomorrow.
of course, the rumor mill can be full of lies, but it’s true that we’re overdue for a reorg — based on our schedule for the past decade or so, we were “supposed” to have had one last year, which never happened. someone here at work has a theory that the reorgs are based on whenever a longtimer with long hair cuts his hair, which is an amusing and clever theory to hear about, when he lays out the pretty-conclusive evidence. a longtimer cut his hair last fall, and so we were due for a reorg based on that. and i suppose a six-month delay is possibly to be expected, sometimes. so, we’ll see how today goes. i wonder if i will still be five degrees of greg on the orgchart when i go home today?i wrote up a little blog post yesterday about the probably-pending chicago cell-phone-while-driving ban. it was on the front page of the sun-times this morning, and got mentioned on gaper’s block today as well. but i beat them to it. nananana boo boo!
yes, yes, this is ridiculous and silly. nonetheless, it makes me happy. so, nananana boo boo to naysayers too.in no way is it in any way even approaching right for me to be awake at 6:24^W7:24 AM CDT on a sunday, when i don’t have to do anything this early, just because i feel like shit. it is *doubly* wrong for me to have been awake since about 0330 and completely unable to sleep.
i think i demand a do-over for this weekend. and a hot fudge sundae to make up for it.dear white sox:
thanks for picking it up, but don’t you think that really we might have been better served by pulling out contreras a little earlier? like, say, the first inning? i’m just sayin’. paulie’s still my guy, though. love and criticism,–sabrina. p.s. the gentleman at the bar who proclaimed that the sox suck and that they’re going to take a beating at the hands of the tribe, with whom i got into a brief, friendly shouting match as a result of his commentary, over the heads of two socialites? so wrong. oh, no. there will be no beating by the tribe. no, no. cleveland is our bitch. (sorry, kim!)
dear white sox:
i would like you to stop giving up hits. and dropping the ball. and pitching like shit. thank you,–sabrina.
