Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Gnomes.

My work is freakishly laid back, particularly by Massachusetts standards. Those crazy Californians. So, in the morning, I'm not exactly rushing to get to work, because no one cares when I show up. The exception would be my early reference desk shifts. I have two shifts : Wednesday and Thursday, 8:30-10:30. So, when I actually have to get up in the morning and be somewhere at a particular time, I set my regular alarm clock and my cell phone alarm clock. This morning neither my regular alarm clock, set for 5:30, nor my cell phone alarm clock, set for 6:00, went off. My theory : gnomes. I like gnomes as much as the next person. They're adorable, although, slightly creepy. Even the word "gnome" is delightful. I enjoy the silent 'g'. It comes in handy when spelling out a word over the phone : G, as in gnome. But when they start f---ing around with my alarm clock(s), I take umbrage. They've messed with the wrong woman.

2 comments:

Rockin' Ricky Rialto (Matteo) said...

Whatever you do, never, feed them after midnight.

Somewhere over there next to the cheese said...

OMG...I love you Lindsey! You're a greakin' riot!