The Death of Enthusiasm

In an effort to more fully immerse blog readers into the world of tdoe (The Death of Enthusiasm), I have taken some photos of my day. I know some people have already done this on their blogs. Mine is sure to be better than theirs.



This my car, or "Deborah" as she is known around here. She is the exact color of the nail polish of a woman in her late forties who could reasonably be named Deborah. Sometimes girls are all like, "Is that a Camry? I heard those are way fast." And then I'm like, "Yeah, it is. Wanna come for a ride?" And then they go with me for a ride.



After I get up I usually go to school. Usually in this building. It smells like the inside of a grandma's purse.



Here is the inside of the building. I found out that people don't like it when you take photographs of them for no apparent reason, and then give them no explanation when they ask.


I then go to work in this charming building. It looks boring from the outside, but inside it's cool. It has cubicles!


I was given this jolly Mexican snowman as a Christmas present. He guards my computer for me at night. I don't think that the Mexican cleaning lady would ever want to steal stuff from a cubicle inhabited by her own jolly, water-based compatriot.


Speaking of stuff in my desk, here is my desk drawer. I bet you can name at least two things that don't belong in an adult's work drawer.


This is my weird Native-American themed mousepad. My boss gave it to me one day in a really casual manner. She was all like, "Here's the weird mouse pad you requested," when in reality I had no idea why she was giving it to me. I already had a perfectly fine mousepad. What's the deal with that?


This is a picture of a dog I have tacked on my cubicle wall. Sometimes people (logically) assume that he (or she) is my dog and then they ask me about him (or her). I like this picture. It makes me like I really do have a doggy friend, or that I will have one someday.


DOGGY....


DOG...................................


This is a scantron with the words "hold me" penciled in. It's actually a piece of art that has been displayed in a real art gallery, but that doesn't mean that my coworkers think I'm any less strange for having it.

Labels: humor, school, work