heart attack of the day
i almost broke the copy machine on my 2nd day of work doing the only thing i've been assigned thus far. luckily, armed with a letter opener and my skinny fingers, i fished out the offending piece of paper before anyone noticed.

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my favorite part of the office so far: the shower in the faux-italian-villa-walled (complete with faux cracks in the orange walls) bathroom.

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overheard conversation by two co-workers yesterday:

her: "oh my god, i have to bring you to this great vietnamese place around the corner. it has the best pho [pronounced like 'foh']."
him: "man, i don't like vietnamese food. it's got too many tendons."