December 01, 2004

The real mystery to me is how the magazines get into the bathroom in the first place. Somebody systematically rips the stickers off of the front covers (usually taking a subtitle or too along for the ride) and then throws them away somewhere (most likely outside of the office based on the results of my searches). They then put the magazines in the bathroom under the papers at least once a week. I suppose the really interesting thing is the response that they have gotten over the last few months. For a while it appeared as if someone was reading them a good deal (probably more than one person) and now it just looks like someone (else probably) is pushing them down and at one point I found one in the trash. When I came in yesterday I found that they had all been moved to the trash and someone had brought in their rival publications to give us another slant, probably not as extreme this time. I can’t wait to finish this bagel and coffee – I have to enjoy this before someone kills the whole thing (but how could they really?) and stocks the place full of fucking Marie Clare and Golf Digest.

December 1, 2004 04:20 PM