listening after dark: So the librarian said to the weed killer...

2009.06.18

So the librarian said to the weed killer...

I'm thoroughly enjoying Wes's and my new geekiness in our respective jobs. At the end of an average day, I'll start with, "One guy asked for help with his computer, because he didn't know how to type in a web address or where the Z is on the keyboard" (true story, more than once), and Wes will counter with, "Well, I sprayed 100 gallons of herbicide today. I killed so many weeds!"

And that, let me tell you, is so much better than our previous jobs.

Jun 18, 2009 8:14:27 AM | People

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