Let's Give Me Something To Blog About

The large pear-shaped woman who sits next to me sometimes does stereotypical secretarial things that give us a bad reputation. Like this morning, when she was using nail-polish remover and then filing her nails. At her desk. During working hours. Then there's yesterday afternoon when she was on a personal call for over an hour. She has an adult daughter with one of those stripper names like Brittany or Tiffany or something who lives in D.C. She's very loud on the phone, so I couldn't help but hear most of her conversation. Ever wonder what large pear-shaped middle aged women talk about with their adult daughters? Wonder no more, my friends, because I wrote it down!

In order:
clam chowder (I wonder if she was referring to Manhattan or New England)
fungus
chocolate
miscarriage
cigars
a graduation and reception (twice, but I'm not clear if two people graduated or one person's graduation was discussed twice)
Paris street scenes
Facebook
Costco
and, last but certainly not least, the funniest thing I've heard since working here: "Raquel is on the tape, and boy did she have a lot of hair!"