Last night I dreamed that I went to work in a new kilt suit — a tweed skirt and matching jacket — and then began to worry that perhaps it was actually just a skirt suit, for a woman. I had to walk all the way across the office, only to discover that my usual morning meeting wasn't happening. On the way back, two medieval trumpeters, banners draped from their long horns, were performing a fanfare to welcome a lunch provided as a marketing gimmick by Boston Market, which seemed odd considering we can all go to the Google cafeteria.
Then I woke up and found an email in my inbox about a pregnant man
(in Australia, though, so it kind of makes sense, because hanging upside-down all day does weird things to those people).
Oh, and I promise not every post from now on will contain the word "Google." Really. Eventually I'll be able to think of something else.
Labels: culture, Google, humor, personal