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It's Monday, and my direct supervisor has turned into Bill Lumburg. This is an excerpt from a conversation that I actually had with him this morning...

Supervisor: Paul wants everyone to double-check their work from Friday before we send it out.
Brian: Yeah, I got the email about that. I found an error, so I fixed it, and I'm sending you an email with the info.
Supervisor: Don't bother fixing it, just make sure you double-check your work.
Brian: I already double-checked my work. That's how I found the error. Like I said, I already fixed it.
Supervisor: Yeah, just send me the info and I'll fix it later.
Brian: (Gives up talking to brick wall, aka "Supervisor") Okay, I'll do that.

This weekend was pretty laid back. On Saturday, I went out to eat in Porter Square with Janet, Liz Greene, and about 9 other Hamilton alum. It was part of a holiday extravaganza that Janet and her roommates had organized. They went to watch the Pops in the morning (too early for me), then went ice skating (yeah, I don't do ice skating). I joined in during phase 3, which was dinner. They had reservations at 7:00, so I showed up at 6:55 and waited outside, assuming that they wouldn't be on time. Bad assumption. I went in at about 7:05, just to check if they were there, and there were 11 people waiting for me so they could order. Doh.

After dinner, we went back to Janet's place for dessert and a clarinet concert (yes, you read that correctly), which was put on by Janet's roommates, Lynn and Amy. They made the discovery sometime last month that they both played clarinet in high school, so they decided it would be pretty funny to play together...in front of an audience. I asked them how they were going to keep from laughing as they played a clarinet duo in front of a packed living room. They were well aware of this potential problem. I suggested they just think of dead puppies if they started to laugh. They thought that was gross, but that's kind of the point. Anyway, the first song was interrupted by many bouts of laughter, from both audience and performers alike. The laughs got less and less with each song, and by the time they got to the big finale, "Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel", they managed to get through without any interruptions. That was probably the first and last clarinet duo I will ever witness. After that, I went back to Boston Ave, where Brendan, Mike, Jimmy and I played Halo until ridiculous hours of the morning.

See how New England ranks on the Generosity Index.


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