1. Sometime between approximately 3:35 p.m. on Tuesday and 9:45 a.m. on Wednesday, tragedy struck my office building once again.
Without question, the highlight of returning to my office job after my week at camp was my discovery that Monday morning that, after two months of various “solutions,” someone had finally put the soap dispenser in the women’s bathroom back where it belonged: on the mirror. This, therefore, was a most unwelcome discovery Wednesday morning for multiple reasons, not the least of which there is now soap all over the counter and floor, but none in the soap dispenser itself.
Sometimes I wish I worked in a fancy office.
2. Last week, I was on the El headed home from a meeting when I noticed my only pair of non-running sunglasses were not on my head like I thought they were. While I’m not particularly attached to my sunglasses, I do like having something over my eyes when it’s sunny, so after 1) panicking and 2) berating myself for leaving my sunglasses at my meeting, I realized I was downtown and as such had access to an abundance of stores. I popped into Forever 21, and while most of the sunglasses were a bit too ~trendy~ for me, I found one pair that both fit my style AND my head, which is not an easy task. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself as I continued on my way home for having paid all of $6 for a new pair of sunglasses and for snagging the only pair of that style of sunglasses on the rack. Before I went to bed, I went to cut the tag off the sunglasses, and discovered:
So apparently I bought men’s sunglasses. Whatever. They were with all the women’s sunglasses, and I don’t think they look particularly manly (and I don’t know if Forever 21 accepts returns on sunglasses…though even if they do, I’m certain they won’t if the tag’s already been removed), so I’ve now been rocking men’s sunglasses for the past week.
I also found my old pair of sunglasses in my bag the morning after all of this went down. Of course.
3. Well, folks, I have some wonderful news. Remember the whole almond milk dilemma of early July? For the past two months or so I’ve been suffering through 64 oz. boxes of Silk almond milk, pretty much downing it like a shot to avoid tasting it as much as possible. This past week when I was at Jewel, they were out of Silk Unsweetened Original, which is what I had been “drinking” (read: pouring down the drain), so I grabbed Silk Vanilla instead, figuring it would be awful just like other vanilla almond milks I’ve tried (I had previously tried Silk Unsweetened Vanilla, and it was just as vile as Unsweetened Original). I braced myself on Tuesday before drinking it, and just about dropped my glass in shock upon discovering that Silk Vanilla Almond Milk is AWESOME. Seriously, you guys. You can’t even taste the almond milkiness in it at all, which is just how I like my almond milk. It’s probably due to the fact that there’s more sugar in a serving of this vanilla almond milk than there is in three Oreos, but you know. Sugar is a carb, so I can count that as carb loading for the marathon, right? Right. Good talk.
Any strange office stories to share?
Do guys actually shop at Forever21? I mean, I know they *have* a men’s section, at least in the big Forever21 on State Street, but this is a store I tend to associate more with cheap, trendy clothing for young women more so than a prime fashion destination stop for men. But maybe I’m wrong.