what a cubicle worker thinks about daily

- i may not finish my (non-alcoholic) drinks, ever (had to explain to someone why i was carrying a starbucks cup presumably containing quite a bit of coffee out of the office at 6pm once), but i dislike people who don't finish their food and want to throw it out. why do they want to throw it out? because they've beaten the food down to a pulp that no self-respecting overeating individual would want to tackle it. how old are you, three?? this rule is only acceptable when dining at restaurants and the food is so mediocre that if you eat it again for your next meal you might actually die of boredom.

- i judge you by the shoes you wear. clunky heels were in when i couldn't walk in heels, so we've all come a long way. now move on and join us in 2008.

- no matter how big the diamond studs in your ears are, your privileges don't extend to blackberry reception in an elevator. so stop trying, and stop acting like you cannot bear to pay a smidgen of attention to us minions in the elevator ride with you. we feel the same way about you, ps.

- to the guy who asked so politely at marche: can i get my stir-fry in a cream sauce please? sir, 3 out of 5 asians are lactose intolerant.