Bored with BN

For my lunch break today I decided to go shopping at Collin Creek Mall instead of the usual setting up camp at the nearby Barnes & Noble. What I do is walk in between bookshelves scouting for an open chair and plunge into the first one I see, book in one hand, sandwich in the other. (Last time I went I leafed through 1962's Sex And the Single Girl, a book that "tells women how to fill their lives with romance and delectable men." Tempting, isn't it? I've also flipped through Freakonomics a few times, a NY Times bestseller. It's interesting. One chapter talked about names and scored them based on the mother's education, and how one could get away with a name pronouced "sha-teed" even though it was spelled "shithead." Eh?)
I didn't buy anything at the mall, not even a $4 magenta shirt at GAP. I asked myself, "would you work 24 minutes to acquire this shirt, even though you already have a magenta polo?" and then decided against it. The 24 minutes thing is very accurate, by the way. I am learning that money is hard to earn. A recent purchase of mine at Nordstrom Rack cost Mom three whole hours at work then. Ugh, I'm dumb.

When I walked into the breakroom today, there was a middle-aged pregnant lady in there. We said hi, but not before I saw a look on her face which I interpreted as "Girl, even though you think you are thinner, cuter and more awesome than I am, someone had sex with me, so there!" Gees, woman!

Funny things are happening to me at work. For example, this is inane, but I have a slight name crush on two of my coworkers/superiors. The names? Edward Lin, Russell Lin. (The company is 80% Chinese.) Don't they sound like they could be CEO's? (They're not.) It just seems that they'd be nice fellows because of their names; they both have good, strong American first names and a common Chinese last name, which makes it strong, I guess. And of course I have not met either of them, or I don't remember. I bet you thought a girl like me might go for Hero, Lucky/Kloony or even Cronux, but no. Maybe for daters, but not for marriers. OK! I'll stop being silly now.