waa woh wah woh wuh

that's what it began to sound like.

Boss' droning lecture that odie (architect and good friend of gucci) was receiving this morning, began to sound very similar to that of the teacher from charlie brown's class.

i walked by his desk, carefully avoiding Boss' madly flailing arms.

"this should be..."

"as a general rule..."

"you kno wha i mean? huh?"

"NO no No no NO !"

these phrases and incoherent words spewed from his mouth continuously, and odie remained standing by his desk, restraining himself from dishing out any knuckle sandwiches.

i walked back to my desk, sat down and continued to stare blankly at the completed inventory list in front of me.

the droning with its occasional lulls and peaks receded into the background.

a few minutes into my staring, i decided that i needed to get up and walk, so i got up and propelled myself out into the hall and to the restroom.

another few minutes went by, and i returned to the office, somewhat more awake. the droning was still there, so i walked myself over to the back of the room where the droning was muffled. i checked the paper level. mmhmm. paper level good.

tired of aimless walking, i returned to my desk, and finally the lecture stopped.

poor poor odie.

another victim of foul mood swings.

all of us are itching to get our rare three-day weekend started...