when the customer's are away...
In order to counterbalance the crappiness of having to be at work when everyone else in the world (except my sis) is off, at least my boss walked into the office today with the brilliant idea of "I think we should aim to do as little work as possible today." And really, I couldn't complain. Mostly we've spent the day emailing quizzes to each other (I love emode!!) and making up songs (I kicked some ass, took some names... the usual). I think we may even get in a couple of rounds of the stupid ninja game. Of course most of us here have turkey leftovers for lunch... let's see how many people pass out at their desks from too much trytophan. Not that it really matters; my usual phone call count has dropped from average 85 calls a day to maybe 30 today... you can hear the crickets chirping...

Yesterday my mom took a break from slaving over the stove to accompany me to latest and, sadly, last work by Niki de St. Phalle (the artist that commissioned the SunGod for you UCSD folks) called Queen Califia's Magical Circle in Kit Carson Park. It was pretty dang cool except for the dumbass security guard who was going around making up grandiose stories about the art which, to any educated head, were blatantly full of crap. I didn't mind that too much until I had to approach the fool and let him know that the 3 middle school girls that we had run off earlier were back and hacking at the art with a big ol' rock to stuff their pockets with tiger-eye stones (you should see this art, it's all mosaic made out of stones of all sorts: quartz, malachite, tiger's eye, etc). The guy, whose job it is is to guard the art from vandals simply looked at me and said "yeah, i'll be there in a minute." So leave it to the Trozzi women to run them off (we know how to threaten) and then watch as the security guard knocks out a couple while trying to prove us wrong. Riiiight. At least it gave us a good story to tell at the dinner table.