Copy...Machine?

Erin has remarked at least twice this week how much she hates it that no one (else--that is, besides her) ever fills the copy machine, fax machine, printer, etc. with paper.

(I can vouch for this, I feel like I am always filling it, too. Perhaps it is just really hungry?! Or maybe there is a part of the Bermuda Triangle in every paper tray?)

To quote her accurately: "Just refilled the paper again… for the millionth time this week!!!"

Yo! Yo! Yo!

Erin hates the sun.

(Wait, did you already know that?)

Oh, the supply room!

Erin hates it when she "can't find the big staple remover..."

But, after she flips out about that only to find it merely on another counter in the supply room, she hates it even more that she's "always jumping to conclusions..."

Take that as a lesson boys and girls...

According to my inside source, Sarah Nevins...

...Erin hates it when people have first names for last names.

(Thanks, Sarah!)

yesterday...

...e. walsh said she hates complaining to me.

Which is really a positive thing.

Thank you, e.w.

Catching up on some hating...

Slow to report that:

1) Erin hates John Matthew Peterson for missing the Wiffle Ball Opening Day
2) (there was something else and I just-about-but-not-quite-hate that I am forgetting what it was... more to come once I remember...)

Quick to report that:
A) Erin hates law firm hold music
i) This is stated on her twitter as of 20 some-odd minutes ago...
a) http://twitter.com/heartsandhugs

Thank you...

Could have posted Friday, but found out Today...

Also, on Friday, I reinstated the Friday Gameshow, which will now be called "Who am I?" For this new format, photos or images of famous people, cartoons or animals will be given and the game player's job is to identify each person, cartoon or animal.

One cartoon image from Friday 4/10/2009 was that of Renier Wolfcastle of the popular animated show The Simpsons.

Erin couldn't remember his name during the Game Show on Friday, but her beau, Joe, could long after the Game Show was over.

In a faux way, she hates Joe for knowing that.

(But, in actuality, she doesn't really hate him; instead, "...mostly [she] hate[s] the way [she doesn't] hate [him]. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.")

Should have posted this on Friday...

E. Walsh conducted a team-building, office-morale-improving Easter Egg Dying Exercise (E.E.D.E.) on Friday, April 10th at 3 PM P.S.T.... so first off, kudos to her for that!

There was just one hiccup: there was no vinegar on hand, so the only color that really worked was the red/pink; but that wasn't a big deal.

However, what was a big deal was that a few of the eggs slipped out of the wire ladles (yeah, remember those?!) and cracked slightly. Such occurrences brought out a classic, "I hate everything."

But, just to clarify, it's not that she hates Easter Egg Dying, Easter Eggs, or even Easter... it's that she hates the cracking of the proverbial egg--I think Humpty Dumpty can understand; can you?

Hate is back!

Picture a corporate staff kitchen... picture a microwave in said kitchen... picture a darling Erin Walsh preparing a healthy lunch of tomato soup in said microwave... and, lastly, picture that same darling Erin Walsh turning around and informing the rest of us that that very tomato soup had stained her shirt right between the-- (well, I'm sure you can imagine...)

End product: Erin Walsh says, "I hate everything..." and more specifically, "I hate it when soup stains my shirt right on my 80085!" (To understand that last word, you'll have to go back in your mind to the days of pagers and calculators, where spelling words with numbers was king!)

Blog revived. Hate is back.