Wow, the last couple of days might have been the Joeyest yet. My trusty Next-Door Office Joey has been on holiday, and so I've just had these huge ... long ... swathes ... of OOJ time. I mean, it's been crazy. But not, you know, in an exciting way or anything, just in that slightly mental screen starey I Am Crazy sorta way.
Other crazy stuff that's been happening is that I know two people who've given birth in the last week. Cripes. Have been going to shops looking for things that people with babies might want to own (or, indeed, that babies might want to own), and y'know, I have absolutely no idea. I mean, you're supposed to buy clothes that are too big, right, but what happens if it's a new born and you buy something for, say, a 6 month old but that, because you've bought it now, it's a summer outfit and they won't be big enough to wear it until October ... and it's therefore totally redundant and unwearable because it's obviously a lot colder in October. *head hurts thinking about it* similary with baby toys; i just have no understanding at all of what a really small baby might find interesting. groan. and the upshot of it is that i've not bought any baby gifts for anyone, just done a lot of staring and sighing trying to make up my mind.
Anyway, I'm currently caught in the "yoga doesn't start till 7 o'clock but i want to go home now" paradox (if you can be caught in a paradox and if, indeed, it is a paradox. hmmm). So the deal is that if I go to yoga I'll feel great at about 9pm this evening, but fairly dismal for the next hour. However, if I don't go, I'll feel great instantly but less good in the long-term, and also I won't be doing anything to remedy the atrocity that is currently my upper arms (sorry, not really polite conversation, i realise. However, proving that vanity isn't just for yourself, it's entirely for other peoples' benefit, I do then begin to think that the UA sitch is not actually a problem, given that no one sees me anyway, as I'm up here in my turrett all day. Also, sorry, just noticing that I've been really cursed by the power of Word autocorrect and have absolutely no idea how many Ts there are in turrett - well, i do have some idea as obviously there are at least 2 and less than 4, but just as I would have once known what a paradox was, I would have once been able to spell turrett. turret -- i mean, that looks wrong, doesn't it? as does turett -- actually, turett looks like it might be describing some weird sexual practice -- but turrett doesn't really look right either. hmmm. i'll look it up when i go home.)
Now proving that OOJ does have some sort of scientific purpose, I was just thinking that those two really boring and trivial things are fairly representative of office conversation ... the difference being that in a two-or-more-person office, other people would add something and then you'd be having a conversation (rather than the most tedious monologue in the world ever ... which reminds me of speech therapy, actually, but that's a story for another day) and the topics would sort of grow and take on a life of their own, and therefore become mildly diverting. But in an OOJ sitch it's just, well, really quite boring. Also, in a two-or-more-person scenario, someone else would know how to spell turrett. It's just tragic really, isn't it?
