late thursday afternoon i got the call from one of my co-workers. "you're the phantom pooper, i've figured it out", "what???" i replied. apparently there is a pooper who can't quite hit the opening of the toilet at my company and they've now narrowed it down to two clues - 1) someone who sits in the middle of the building on the second floor, which is where i sit and 2) someone who has an early shift, which i also have. the poop incident has happened on numerous occasions now and it's definitely not an accident. the pile is left about a foot from the toilet for all to enjoy. i may have to provide a stool sample to prove my innocence.

another co-worker reminds me on a daily basis that i'm a grouch. in return, i remind her that telling me that doesn't make me any less of one. then i tell her she's the friend who tells me bad things about myself to keep me down. she then tells me i have skinny legs and nice hair. these physical traits have nothing to do with my inside autumn but it makes me laugh anyway.

i have been a pretty unhappy camper with the way things are heading with my job lately and yes i've been keeping to myself about things but i'm trying to snap out of it. these two co-workers together tell me i've been grouchy for the last two years. the last two years??? god, is it really that bad? have i really changed into a totally different autumn?

now, if you'll excuse me i have to go use the commode.

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if there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet ... maybe we could understand something.

- frederico fellini