I also bought cargo pants, because in NZ you can. Couldn't find -any- in SF. Clearly the San Franciscan fashion buyers are undereducated. Every woman should have at least one pair of cargos that hang around their hips in a suitably sloppy manner and have enough butt-room for climbing trees and dancing. It's one of nature's laws.
OK, weird stuff: when I'm in a building waiting for the lift (elevator for those in the US), I can feel the floor moving. It's similar to the sensation you get when you have been on a boat and you get on dry land, and it feels like the ground's moving. I could understand this if it happened -after- I went in the lift, but it's -before-. I'm thinking wind-sway on the building, minor earth movements, possibly my imagination.. but it happens every time.
No I don't indulge in GnT's at my desk. Anyone got a rational explanation? Anyone else notice this? It's got me stumped.
Meanwhile, we have a 'last man/woman/undecided standing' situation here at work. There is a mystery virus going around that has keeled over three out of the five people in our department for the last week. Paul and I are eyeing each other like combatants and wondering who'll be toughest and not get sick. I vote for me. Because I'm stubborn. Yes.