I'm sitting at my desk, actually doing work, and this dude comes up to me. The conversation goes like this:

Dude: "Jessica I was just at the ice machine and the scoop was not in there."

M(e:) "O.K. Well sometimes it gets buried under the new ice as the machine makes more. If you just reach in it has to be there."

• Note: I don't EVER use ice at work. I don't like my drinks that cold. Oh and he didn't get the memo that it's WINTER and our office is freezing. Also, isn’t that just common logic?

Dude: "Hmm. Please go in there and find it or see if there is a replacement. I just had to use my glass to scoop ice."

Apparently between yesterday and 6pm and today at 10am my job description was changed to "Person who finds ice scoop for lazy bastard who is too lazy to stick his effing hand in the ice machine to locate the scoop for the ice he so desperately needs for his diet coke".

Just out of curiosity I went to the ice machine and looked inside it. The scoop was barely under one layer of ice. All I did was look in the machine. Needless to say, out of spite, I will not be assisting with the ice emergency.

I was reading cnn.com. A totally reliable and upto the minute source for all news items that may or may not affect you and I came across this story about a 1 yr old who went missing and then was found under the floorboards of her grandparents home. Ok, happy ending. The baby is fine and everyone is glad the baby is safe (turns out the baby fell off the bed and managed to squeeze into a hole- read the article if you want the exact facts: )

Anyway, along with the article is a PICTURE of the baby when they found it AND they released it. Whose genius idea was it to be like "Ok folks I know we're all glad to find the baby, but before we make sure she is ok let's take a picture." And then the parents ok the picture to be released to the press?!

Maybe they needed the picture for Child Protective Services- but still.

So yeah since it was posted with the article I'm posting it here:

Call me naive/clueless/overly enthusiastic but this picture alone gives me hope for the future of our country.

Emily made seriously delicious Obama cupcakes. She was the belle of the bar.

The whole message function on estrip always throws me off. I forget about it and then I realize I have a million messages. It's kinda exciting. Like when your mom forgets she has one last Christmas present for you after youre done opening them all (yes I'm still like a 6 yr old when it comes to things wrapped up with bows).

Apparently some dude left me a message about how he orginated Chillax in NYC and I met some girls he hangs out with and that's how it started in the English language. Um no. Seriously I do not believe I'm the sole orginator of this word. However, it came into being in Buffalo during my stoner years when I realized that chilling out and relaxing were my two favorite activities and when combined you could "Chillax". BTW- if you've never chillaxed try it. You'll never be the same.

Also, I broke my 4th pair of ear buds for the year. What the hell am I doing wrong that I manage to go through $500 worth of ear buds a year? I'm now down to using my Bose sound reduction headphones. Normally I only break them out on airplanes. It's awesome to use them but they present some issues:

They reduce all sound. Including the sound of rapists sneaking up behind you at 2am when you're walking home.

They reduce the sound on the train (seemingly great) except when the person behind you is trying to pass by and you can't hear them say "excuse me" and then you're an asshole for not moving.

They are huge and over the ear. My one friend has this whole thing about how you don't need headphones that big unless you're a DJ. I'm not a DJ.

Looks like I'm going to need to head over the the Apple Store and browse for some new ear buds, again. Sigh..