2003-02-26

Mt. Saint BigAss

Across the street from my office, on the corner of Huntington and Gainsborough, is an epic, Herculean pile of snow -- deposited there, one assumes, by the plows during last week's massive storm. It's gi-normous, chickens. I shall have to bring my digital camera in tomorrow and provide you all with photographic evidence. It really must be seen to be believed. The sheer monstrosity of it is breathtaking, peppered as it is now with cigarette butts and empty brandy nips and streaked with exhaust and pooch urine.

Mount St. BigAss, as it's lately become known, is a daily source of mirth at work. This morning we received an inter-office email inviting all staff to participate in a "friendly work pool" -- when will the big-ass pile of snow disappear?

The rules: no two staffers can have dibs on the same Date of Disappearance ("disappearance" roughly translated as "the day when it shrinks sufficiently to accomodate several parked cars once more"). First Prize: the assistant general manager will buy you an ice cream cone (as one presumes that by the time Mount St. BigAss melts, it will be warm enough to merit such a treat).

Natch, my department was all over it. We love the risk, us development bitches. We're so into it we marked our chosen dates on the dry erase board we use to track board member ticket exchanges.

My vote's for April 7.

lisamcc at 10:08 p.m.

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