Halloween, etc.

So I guess I'm pretty bad at this blogging thing. It's been a long time since my last post. I need to get myself a digital camera so I can take random pictures of things and make fun of them. At least, that's my impression of what a blog should be, given the only other I've looked at is Mike's. I need to find Matt's blog. Anyway;
So, in case no one else noticed, yesterday was Halloween. The beautiful face you see on the left is the product of a pumpkin party at one of Laura's co-workers' place out in Medford. It was a beautiful, even inspiring addition to the apartment, and it fit perfectly on the sill of the big ugly windows in the living room. The pumpkin kept the fire from lighting the 'shades,' and the smell was great. That is, until an army of diversely colored fungi grow like brain tumors and dental bacteria. Sadly, he (it looks like a he, right?) had to be taken out back and smashed the day before Halloween because he was smelling up the apartment.

In other news, I got to make a Catch 22 (slash Primus) reference today, which is always a good thing. We had people checking out our building to see if the hospital should give us more space. Bossman, who is actually a woman, said that we should make it look like all the space was filled up, so I put a nametag on the chair at the computer that I sometimes use with the name "Mudd" inscribed on it. If you don't get it, you should read Catch 22 again, cause it's great.

In international news, the French dude in our office decided we needed a coffee maker. Apparently, his persuasive abilities are at an incomprehensibly higher level than mine, because he's convinced bossman to buy a $700 coffee machine. I can't tell if this is going to be one of those piece of shit machines you get coffee from each morning along with a stale croissant in hostels in southern France, or if it's some badass drip/cappuccino monster that will make my eventual transition to barista-hood even easier. I was very flattered when my co-workers nominated me as office barista. Forget the fact that that makes me the office bitch. I need the practice.

Ok, so anyway, I've been rambling. The coffee maker thing is pretty funny though. Crazy bossman. She's so careful with money, but sometimes she just goes crazy. I wish I had 'discretionary funds.' Right now, the funds at my discretion are the 'funds that are supposed to be for grad school.' Whatever.