The Office Assistant - The job is (almost) done....

Now the rug moves into phase II of it's life - getting a border and fringe and nice little finishing touches here and there. The last piece of assembly was completed during the graveyard shift, with the help of Jack, Summer and Dom in stretching it out and providing appropriate 'ooohs and aaaaahs'.



During the day, the ATM proved to be a total charmer. I get a kick out of the fact that people will stand in line for this machine and watch the screen in front of them, even if they are 4 people deep in the queue! I can tell that not all of you are walking 8 miles each day.Every so often though, someone breaks rank and actually reaches out to touch the art work - which you are suppossed to do. Another Becky was there keeping an eye on things - she was visiting the 'quilt' to inform me that I was misuing the work 'quilt' because this object does not have 3 layers of material sewn together. Yep - busted. I know!! But But But....the reason the word 'quilt' was used is a story in itself, which will be revealed on 1 December in City Hall. wink wink nudge nudge



Mikko and Pierce came by to play in the quilt/rug, which was a lot of fun. Everyone in the ATM line got very uncomfortable with their boisterousness and laughter. It was just as much fun watching everyone in that line squirm as it was interacting with the boys. The rug is kid proof ok! Burritos, Bad Boys and Body Builders are the 3 themes for the play date.


Don came by again with his entry for the employee art show which will be installed in December. (And you all thought I was joking about him being an expert in purple carpet paintings!) It takes a keen eye......Not that I am saying that the coffee mugs of Dave and Laurel hold more artistic content mind you -although they are rather cute - both the owners and the mugs - or that I am an expert of what consitutes art and non-art - you know....being just an artist an'all.....but I can't see Multnomah falls in the painting. Sorry Don. I'm a harsh critic.
I can see a naked woman though.....(I bet you all click on the image now to enlarge it!!!!)

I am writing this under the influence of 'severe candy consumption' (SCC), a little known disease that can reach pandemic proportions if George W says so. (Thank goodness there are tooooooo many syllables in the name for him to read or pronounce!). Knowing that I don't share chocolate at all though, there is a very low risk (pretty primrose yellow on that Homeland Security color chart thingy) of this disease being passed from human to human. The symptoms of SCC appeared early on Sunday morning after a lonely, miserable, pathetic Saturday night, spent home alone plucking the brow, doing the zits, scraping the feet, keeping company with a styrofoam tv dinner for one, waiting for those perky little superheros to come cheerily knocking on my door.

Nobody came.

The depression began early on Sunday, peaking around 10 am, just past the 'you can't eat chocolate for breakfast' hour had passed. After a quick fire session of ripping wrappers off and categorising each bag by their latin names (Tootsie Rollumnus, Snicker Sticky Teeth-is, Gummy Bear-arse-is, and Reeces Pieces Peanoochius) I settled in for the kill.

It was quick and clean.

The Bears didn't even fight.

Then I found out that Halloween was actually on MONDAY night, so I had to start again. When I arrived at work on Tuesday morning with dangerously high blood sugar, there to greet me, was not 1 but 2 ziplock bags full of goodies. And they were big bags too. The booty was impressive!

I have noticed that none of the wrappers are recycleable though. Could somebody comment on that in the comment book?
With frequent nap breaks and regular doses of European chocolate as a vaccine, I should be well on the way to recovery by Friday.
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