|Today was my antepenultimate work day at IBM. I worked from home, and I completed Eric's edit. I canceled my "One-on-One Meeting" scheduled with my manager for 4:00. What would be the point really?|
I got to the gym at about 4:45, and I did an upper body workout, after which I enjoyed a slice of pepperoni pizza, since it was Free Pizza Monday at Planet Fitness. Tomorrow is Free Bagel Tuesday. Woohoo!
Resistance (Upper Body)
I dropped by the Cameron Village Library to pick up a book I'd requested: Oracle Bones: A Journey Through Time in China.
Before leaving I stepped next door into The Fresh Market to confirm that everything in there is over-priced, which I did noting the $5.99 price of watermelon. At Food Lion, they're usually $4.99 and sometimes $3.99.
From there, I went to the NCSU library, and the guy in the car in front of me on Hillsborough Street and I both parked at the same time, both of us parallel parking in two spots, one in front of the other. He backed into the back one, and then I backed into the one in front of him.
When we got out of our respective cars, he—looking like a freshman or sophomore at the most—said, "Hey man. What's a NEMATOME?" [My license plate moniker.]
I explained it to him, and he said, "Cool. Are you a professor here?"
I'm going to take a poll here. You can only respond to polls in LJ if you have a sign-in, so if you want to respond otherwise, use the "Leave a comment" link at the bottom of this entry to voice your opinion.
This young man asked me if I was a professor because...
He thought I must be smart after hearing what "nematome" meant.
He thought I was too old to be a student.
It was probably a non-sequitur, just making further conversation.
Use this area to make any other comment about this situation.
(Photog)Rob sent me some pictures from the weekend. Here's living proof that at one time in my life I wore a cowboy hat, long pants, and boots.
Robert and Me in the Room
Carl, Our Fearless Dance Instructor Doing a Squirt Cheese Shot
Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here
Front, l-r: Rob, Carl
Back, l-r: Ray, Robert, Bill, Tom, Me
A Group Shot with the Last Picture's Photographer, James
Robert and I Dancing
(Get That Peanut Butter Off the Roof of my Mouth!)