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Jun. 11th, 2007 02:15 pmSo today Coworker M was a little bit late, and I will tell you why: she thought it was Tuesday, and she works at ten on Tuesday, but it is in fact Monday, and she works at nine-thirty on Monday. She just forgot Monday existed.
M: I had this little old lady call me yesterday and get really angry about not being able to get matinee tickets. Like, "How could you just run out of tickets? How could you let that happen?"
Sam: Clearly we need some kind of Schroedinger's Theatre where there's always one more chair than there are patrons, as long as you don't look at it.
M: I'll get right on that. Actually, I forgot about MONDAY, let's put someone else in charge of that.
Sam: I think a mind open enough to lose a day of the week is just what Shroedinger's Theatre needs.
M: I had this little old lady call me yesterday and get really angry about not being able to get matinee tickets. Like, "How could you just run out of tickets? How could you let that happen?"
Sam: Clearly we need some kind of Schroedinger's Theatre where there's always one more chair than there are patrons, as long as you don't look at it.
M: I'll get right on that. Actually, I forgot about MONDAY, let's put someone else in charge of that.
Sam: I think a mind open enough to lose a day of the week is just what Shroedinger's Theatre needs.
