One, Two

• Yesterday, an administrative assistant from my place of employment tried to pass off a packet of antibiotic ointment on me that she happened to find in the back of the medicine cabinet and which expired back in '96. I looked at the expiration date, looked at her, and said, "Um. Yeah, I think this is expired." She feigned ignorance (this is the second time she's tried to pass off expired items onto folks) and said, "Oh, that'd probably not be good to use then!" Eleven years old it be--in fact, it's actually probably significantly older than that, since '96 was just its expiration date. This means it probably came into being while I was still in high school. Somehow this makes me feel very very old...
  
  It is, of course, now hanging in my cube as a symbol of my youth (and in the ineptitude of my workplace).



• I have a bit of a crush on my taxi-driving neighbor (whom I suspect may dabble in the ancient trade of drug-bartering). I never thought I'd get a crush on someone who walks with an affected macho swagger, but apparently I'm complex like that.

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