Monday was a doozy of a day and the fun continued yesterday. First, the pager went off about 5 times during a meeting. Then when someone commented on it after the meeting, I jokingly pretended to give an OfficeSpace-style thrashing to it, but did it ever go lightly with my elbow. Well not that lightly apparently, because this seemed to have broke the LCD screen on the pager, which made me want to laugh, cheer, and freak out all at the same time (apparently, these pagers can dish out abuse, but they can’t take it). Luckily (or unluckily?) I was able to go down to the IS department and get another one in 10 minutes flat. Then the pager lie in waiting, mostly quiet, for a few hours (“Crouching beeper, hidden pager”) and then attacked in full-force at around 12:30pm at night, right after it sensed that I was relaxed and ready to go to sleep. When all was said and done, it was 2am and my wife was passed out on the couch, sleeping through the pages and I was an envious, tired mofo.

I love Thomas’s English Muffins. I admit it, I can’t get enough of those nooks and crannys, but why can’t they just split the darn things in half? They’re already sort of half-split with a fork or something – can’t they finish the job? Does anyone really eat the things whole without toasting them? Of course not. You have to separate them to toast them – which means that I have to get out a knife and then get crumbs all over the place. Thomas – if you’re listening, stop the insanity and just make a clean break — in your muffins.