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My review of the Buffalo Brewpub.
Z made fun of me for being so psyched about the hamburger but dude, it was a good hamburger.
Mmmmm.
The cover article is interesting too. The lady who wrote Nickel and Dimed, that book where she went undercover to work at Wal-Mart etc. to see how well she could get by-- she wrote a sequel, which didn't go as planned, where she went undercover as a mid-level PR person but wound up unemployed and struggling to find work in the field. So she has a lot of very interesting things to say about unemployed white-collar workers, who make up 20% of America's unemployed.
Z went in to the office yesterday, for a change of pace (he had to be there to put the issue online). The back-office staff had sent him a silly email the previous day, so when he left that night he put a photograph of himself on his desk, with his coffee mug next to it, and a word bubble saying, "Sup". Now he's up in the attic again, doing his thing-- I can hear him typing because the desk is actually an old door laid across the top of the stairwell's enclosing walls and the door vibrates when you type, and the vibrations come down through the walls. So I can hear if he's being productive. (He types frenziedly for a long time-- like, three to five solid minutes. Then usually there's a pause. Often he resumes for another frenzied bout of typing, but if he's thinking I can hear him get up and pace around the room. Thank God I'm not in the room with him. This is why he's working from home rather than from the office.)
It's been great to have the attic available. I really wish I'd gotten off my ass and insulated it this summer. It's still not too late, I'm just too insecure to go out and actually buy the stuff. Because I have an idea of what I want, but then I just can't find anything in any of the hardware stores-- and that goes for anything in general, by the way-- and I'm not confident enough to attempt to manage to get the idiot employees to understand what I mean. Bah.
Z made fun of me for being so psyched about the hamburger but dude, it was a good hamburger.
Mmmmm.
The cover article is interesting too. The lady who wrote Nickel and Dimed, that book where she went undercover to work at Wal-Mart etc. to see how well she could get by-- she wrote a sequel, which didn't go as planned, where she went undercover as a mid-level PR person but wound up unemployed and struggling to find work in the field. So she has a lot of very interesting things to say about unemployed white-collar workers, who make up 20% of America's unemployed.
Z went in to the office yesterday, for a change of pace (he had to be there to put the issue online). The back-office staff had sent him a silly email the previous day, so when he left that night he put a photograph of himself on his desk, with his coffee mug next to it, and a word bubble saying, "Sup". Now he's up in the attic again, doing his thing-- I can hear him typing because the desk is actually an old door laid across the top of the stairwell's enclosing walls and the door vibrates when you type, and the vibrations come down through the walls. So I can hear if he's being productive. (He types frenziedly for a long time-- like, three to five solid minutes. Then usually there's a pause. Often he resumes for another frenzied bout of typing, but if he's thinking I can hear him get up and pace around the room. Thank God I'm not in the room with him. This is why he's working from home rather than from the office.)
It's been great to have the attic available. I really wish I'd gotten off my ass and insulated it this summer. It's still not too late, I'm just too insecure to go out and actually buy the stuff. Because I have an idea of what I want, but then I just can't find anything in any of the hardware stores-- and that goes for anything in general, by the way-- and I'm not confident enough to attempt to manage to get the idiot employees to understand what I mean. Bah.
