tao1

I got ambushed today. wandered into work about five minutes before our team's monday morning meeting, and as I'm putting down my backpack and turning on my monitor, I hear Doug across the aisle say, "what the FUCK is this thing on my calendar that's scheduled over our meeting?" frowning, I peered at my own calendar...it was on mine also. oh no! uninteresting meeting alert klaxons went off in my ears as I desperately searched for a way to escape. I KNEW I should have emailed in sick for the morning! as I wandered, confused into the hallway, my boss walked past with his cup of coffee and said, "heading downstairs for the meeting? I'll go with you." FUCK. there was no way to escape it now. resigned to my fate, I trudged downstairs and took a seat as far away from the 'guest speaker' as possible. evidently, my boss had invited this guy to give us "an overview" of some third-party software product. somehow however, this guy got "overview" and "spend two fucking hours clicking on every goddamn possible button and explaining how to do completely fucking random things that you care nothing about and serve no discernable purpose" confused. about an hour into this meeting, I finished my morning soft drink. I have nervous hands. if left to their own devices, I often find myself sitting in meetings, tearing my empty dr pepper can into tiny strips with my fingers. this time unforunately, I had a plastic bottle, so there was no satisfaction to be found there. panicked, I wondered what I could possibly do... then I remembered that I always have a pen in my pocket. I drew forth my weapon of ink, and hit a new obstacle - no paper for doodling. again, I fell back upon a knowledge that I often write random notes to myself on the back of my left hand. so, I started doodling on the back of my left hand. to start with, I was drawing the various lucky charm marshmellow shapes. then I degraded to some simple polyhedrons. them somehow I got on a kick of drawing various punctiation marks. by the time the meeting ended, two hours after the horrific ordeal started, the back of my hand was basically covered in black inked glyphs. the result can be seen in my new profile picture. bonus: later in the afternoon, some lady thought that I had gotten those things tattooed onto my hand over thanksgiving break. I took great pleasure in looking her right in the eye and saying, "why yes, yes I did! don't you just love them?"