frowny faces

[intertribal]

My boss is trying to find me a new office, because this office is slated to be occupied by the secretary with all the students' records on Sept. 15.  My new office will hopefully have a phone and a lockable door.  I will only be too pleased to move.  As it is, with my door open, I'm subjected to all sorts of delightful conversations between Professors JL (whose office I'm across from) and JM (who always visits).  JL is actually a nice, (sort of) hard-working guy.  If only he didn't have to entertain JM every morning, because this is all JM's fault.  Both are in their sixties/seventies.

Among the topics of conversation: 

• Colonoscopy 
• Anaesthesia
• Asking girls from Eastern Europe where they have sex (at this point I shut the door)
• The many young Eastern European girlfriends of some old man
• The similarities between JM and Nebraska runningback Rex Burkhead (now named "mini-JM")
• Is football a big deal at the big high schools?  Could teenaged Eastern European girls on exchange programs go to a game?  (JM's entire career has been devoted to bringing girls from Eastern Europe to UNL)
• "You know how those Arabs are," blah blah blah (I managed to purge the substance of this conversation from my memory)

I wish they could just IM each other.  Silently.

In other news: no, you lie, piece of crap.  I'm so tired of South Carolina.