Molly: godzilla vs. grandma godzilla!
Dave: grandma godzilla vs. the crushing weight of impending mortality!
Molly: godzilla vs. his inner critic!
Dave: godzilla vs. monsters! and his own shame!
Molly: godzilla is never going to be good enough!
Dave: godzilla should just give up and go back to bed!
Molly: Why isn’t godzilla doing something more with his life?!
Dave: when will godzilla find love?
Later that day…
Molly: It’s the new black!
Molly: It’s the new Thursday!
Molly: It’s the new bowling!
Molly: It’s like wearing white shoes after labor day, and then punching pigs in the face and then eating their bacon!
Molly: I should perhaps limit my caffeine intake after 3pm.
My entire department had an 8 hour training session on Wednesday. I brought my little mini-legal pad, prepared to take notes. I mostly doodled. At the end of the day I was so excited to escape training, that I left my legal pad on my chair.Today I found it in my inbox, with a note from the VP of Production that said, “Molly? Could this be yours?”Written on the pad– in various types of script, supplemented by a picture of a weird little pig with a rainbow behind its head, a kilroy-ish face, and various other doodly lines:
Change used to be bad
weeeet Powderhouse Powder House
Live Cross Cross training ”
Out of all the windows into my mind, this is probably the most innocuous and least bizarre one I could have left on my chair for a VP to find. Whew. Just, whew.