Monthly Archives: September 2007

tidbit time!

Yep, it’s tidbit time, you guessed it right, cause how else do we get to know one another (cough) than by sharing little itsies about our lives, painfully, bit by bit, woooo!

marc.gifSo, today’s tidbit: when I was 5, maybe 6 years old, about the age when one starts seeking out nicknames for oneself that one hopes will eventually stick and become increasingly more eclectic as the years pass, I really wanted everyone to start calling me Skippy.

The reason I wanted this nickname: I thought the neighbor-character from the sitcom, Family Ties, pictured here, and also named Skippy, was simply super-cool and hilarious (which he was!). But alas and probably thankfully the name never stuck, and all I ever got was Matt, or Matty briefly in High School (COUGH) – which are both about as eclectic as a wet-paper-bag, but what can you do?

Ahh yes, tidbit time is over, yargh!


Filed under anecdotes, tidbit time

handicapped-bathroom guilt

As far as I can tell, there isn’t anyone disabled that works on my office floor, yet I understand, of course, at any minute, one could pop up out of thin air. You know, POOF, “Oh, hi nice to meet you,” I would offer politely, maintaining eye contact obviously, making sure not to look down at their useless legs, (wow, insensitive). Yet until that happens, ada-symbol-access-for-charlotte.jpgonce in a while, when the other stalls are occupied or if I feel like I need an extra bit of breathing room (always), yeah, I might “use” the handicapped stall (is that still PC?).

Nevertheless I always feel slightly bad about it, embarrassed when I come out of the stall and someone sees me, even though they’re not disabled themselves (yet what if they have an effed-up son at home?), etc. But should these stalls remain empty if no one really needs them, as almost-monuments to disabled people everywhere, or is it appropriate to jump-on-in, as long as you’re quick and clean about it?

Heck, we have one of those handicapped-buttons on our exit doors that when pressed opens the door for you instead of having to be pushed (oh the burden), and countless “normals” push them every darn day! Just something to stew upon, I guess. Woo, hope your summers have been swell, sorry for the ridiculous hiatus…


Filed under bathroom stuff, office, throwing it out there