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I’m getting so tired of repeating myself.

The United States Of America.

Here’s a game for rainy days (or if you want to really rock a party):

• Write the names of all 50 states on a piece of paper (no books or internet allowed of course)
• Stop when you haven’t been able to name another state for over 5 minutes
• … or when you’ve named 50
• Subtract points for all names that aren’t states (e.g. Staten Island) or for duplicates

You can challenge people, too. And to add to the fun you can have someone else check your list and let them give you hints, e.g. the names of the capitals of the states you missed. – My latest score: 45, no false names.

Never fuck the company.

While nobody knows for sure (but them) whether Miles and Judy actually “do it”, there has been wild speculation around the office for weeks. And it surely doesn’t help stop the rumors, that Miles has begun to tell selected people that he has already moved to an appartment in town, his wife still living in their house outside the city. – Oh, did I say that Miles’ wife is one of our customers? This is going to be very interesting for everybody…

Me, the next Einstein?

I don’t think so. But StupidTester.com does.

95% scored higher (more stupid), 1% scored the same, and 4% scored lower (less stupid).

You are 4% stupid. This means…

You are our next Einstein. Wow! Keep up the great thinking.

For your hard work, here is the promised image:

And much like secretgeek I feel stupid, too; for wasting time and for not being able to resist.

Night out.

Miles called in today, around noon, and asked whether his keys were still on his desk. They were. We’re talking keys to the office and to his home. When he came to pick them up (and just to pick them up) he was wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday.

Cross media communications.

I e-mailed Miles a couple of days ago, requesting a configuration change on one of our servers. Nothing urgent, so I wasn’t worried about not getting a reply. Just mildly annoyed that I was going to have to remind him a second time. Or so I thought. This morning I found a paper printout of my original message in the inbox on my desk; the word “done” was handwritten at the bottom of the page, next to Miles’ initials.

Finding the right one, the right way.

Jeff is getting married today. It’s his second marriage. If all goes well this time he’ll be spending his second wedding night with the same woman as the first one.