Today's shaping up to be another uneventful day, which is good. I like uneventful; there's no running around, and you get to spend the day looking like you're hard at work. One of the reasons I decided not to become a newspaper journalist is because, aside from being allergic to extreme deadlines, tear gas and airborne riot batons, I enjoy keeping my behind where I currently happen to sit.
People have unique ways of dealing with slow, lazy afternoons at work. The guy who sits to my right has turned to rapping with no pattern or meter in a self-learned language of orcs. Now he's banging his head. I'm not sure if it's some form of mystic dance, but just before that he was having an animated discussion with his monitor.
This morning, I got a call from one of the lawyers I used to work with in L.A. I've been worrying that he might not remember me anymore since we haven't spoken in six years. But he called to say hello and we talked for a bit about how the folks from the old office are doing. Great guy. Turns out he's been living in Manila for a year already.
It's fascinating how some people could manage to stay in touch with old acquaintances. To someone who habitually switches addresses every year or so, that could be a real challenge though.
