Come on folks...

I know there is some unwritten rule that you shouldn't write about your workplace on the internet. But when over a third of my day is taken up by it, it is kind of inevitable. Today a woman called asking if we would help her 14-year-old son fill out the signed blank check she was sending him down with "because he must be retarded, hahaha." Now i know this woman, and i know her kid, and he is certainly not retarded. And knowing her, i would put money down on the probability that her kid was standing right there as she spoke on the phone. They really do let just anyone be parents don't they?

Speaking of parents, i had a fabulous reconciliation with my father this last weekend. We did the cheesy tourist thing in seattle along with my sister, like the underground tour, (somehow we got stuck with the guide who is famous for his bad jokes, and boy, were they BAD) the experience music project, and pike's place market. We had just about finished perusing the market when i started the sentence "wow, i didn't smell urine at all this....." and was struck by a putrid whiff of the common smell down in the lower levels. Aaaah, what i know seattle for never lets me down.

Thursday night included drinking pints at my favorite pub on capitol hill, (hell, in all of seattle) clever dunnes. I got to meet up with arturo, bailee's friend who is a boy named will, and her new friend ahe. Those two have the best coincidence/internet/meeting story EVER.