onomatopoopa

1) Earlier this week at approximately 12:15, I walked over to the office microwave to heat up some leftover pasta. One of my coworkers (I use that term liberally because she rarely does actual work) was heating something for lunch. I decided to sit by the window and wait my turn. As the rumbles in my stomach got a little louder, I looked at the time on the microwave and noticed that it had over 9 minutes left. You might wonder what gets cooked in an office microwave--or any microwave--for that long. This woman was cooking a homemade, raw hamburger patty. I kid you not. She had the bun, the patty, and the cheese to melt on top. When she pulled the cooked mess out of the microwave, it was gray.

2) This is the glory that is two cubicles away from me. For a little fun, see if you can find the aforementioned hamburger.

Starting on July 7th, I will be working as an Administrative Coordinator for the Ophthalmology Department with the University of Pennsylvania. I'm pretty stoked not to have to work with any more of my lame coworkers. Plus, I'm hoping to get some free contacts... If not, at least I'll learn how to spell ophthalmology.