it's that big.

oh, corporate america. you're so strange sometimes. you're such a fickle, difficult lover. kind of like i imagine elizabeth taylor must have been. i mean the drunken mid-60s elizabeth taylor, not the new aids-cure-hero elizabeth taylor.

corporate america has decided that i should have the day off today, because we're technically not supposed to be in the office that we're in. some kind of construction code. i don't know. the point is, the vp called yesterday to say that the office would be closed, which is:

a) awesome, because it's really the first whole day off i've had, including weekends, since we moved here. and it means that i can actually spend the day, you know, unpacking the boxes that still litter my apartment. and maybe even--brace yourselves--put away my clothes.
b) crappy, because i'm a temp and get paid by the hour, not by the, um, salary. so this means that i'm getting paid for 9 fewer hours this week. and hello i live in new york city, where one french fry costs fourteen dollars.

i'm focusing on the a) and trying to ignore the b).

speaking of trying to ignore things, hilary and i saw our first roach yesterday. of course i spotted it as i was carrying our plates of food to the table. and then i saw it again as i was eating. and then it flew--FLEEEWWWWWW--from the ground to the wall and then from the wall to somewhere in the kitchen after dinner. and we lost it. don't ask me how we lost it, because it was quite literally the biggest roach i've ever seen, and i'm including when i lived with scott in spaha. this thing was TWO INCHES LONG. (for reference, that's bigger than jerry falwell's and pat robertson's dicks combined!)

i'm going to go buy some combat roach baits today, which is a joke because the thing is too big to actually get in there to get the poison. maybe it'll carry it on its back to its nest. no seriously. it's that big.