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things that make life worth living
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:16 pm1) Dates stuffed with almonds.
2) We have a whiteboard at work, mostly filled with official announcements and frustrated pleas to employees to remove their dirty dishes from the refrigerator, which, in recent months, has also featured a Word of the Day. Since Christmas, most of the new words have come from me--there's just something about running across the word pecuniary or draughty or stupefying in a book that makes me want to share it with the world--yet, though these words are not exactly obscure, it is possible to read through a reasonably good daily newspaper and not encounter them in any given week; and a quick survey of store employees led me to realize that most of my choices left people stumped. (This is an opportune moment to remind you that I work in a bookstore.) Naturally, that just egged me on.
Still, I'm not alone. I know this, because yesterday's Word of the Day was comeuppance, and before I'd left at the end of my shift, some wonderful, anonymous person had erased it and replaced it with schaudenfreude.
2) We have a whiteboard at work, mostly filled with official announcements and frustrated pleas to employees to remove their dirty dishes from the refrigerator, which, in recent months, has also featured a Word of the Day. Since Christmas, most of the new words have come from me--there's just something about running across the word pecuniary or draughty or stupefying in a book that makes me want to share it with the world--yet, though these words are not exactly obscure, it is possible to read through a reasonably good daily newspaper and not encounter them in any given week; and a quick survey of store employees led me to realize that most of my choices left people stumped. (This is an opportune moment to remind you that I work in a bookstore.) Naturally, that just egged me on.
Still, I'm not alone. I know this, because yesterday's Word of the Day was comeuppance, and before I'd left at the end of my shift, some wonderful, anonymous person had erased it and replaced it with schaudenfreude.