I still don't know how we arrived at the topic of the Death Penalty in our discussion. We were talking about kids carrying knives in school, which Dirk, surprisingly, was for. But somehow Katie and Dirk managed to move the conversation over to the Death Penalty. Five minutes later, Katie and I simultaneously decided to quit taking the discussion seriously.
I'm for the death penalty. So is Katie. We know it's a nasty sociopathic way to think, but there you go. It makes us feel safer to know that mass-murderers are going to get fried in the electric chair. Dirk, however, is vehemently against it, for very good, logical reasons. Those reasons became the butt of our jokes for a long time as we sat in Don Pablo's.
Dirk pointed out that you couldn't appeal a death penalty after you had been executed. This spurred Katie and I to new heights, with me playing the dead body that had been dug up to answer some questions, and Katie playing the questioner. Propping my head up by pushing a finger at my forehead, she would ask a question like, "Do you admit that you were guilty?" Then, she'd move her finger out of the way, fast, and my head would fall forward in an exaggerated nod. And we'd burst out laughing. We did this over and over again, coming up with new questions as fast as we could.
Dirk wasn't amused by our interplay. Oh, he laughed, but he was still hurt that I'd made fun of his political beliefs, as he told me later.
Okay, I admit it. It was callous. I should have considered how deeply he believes in making the country a better place, changing society. Dirk, if you ever get this far in my journal, I'm sorry. Honestly, sometimes he's a real boyscout.
It was a great Friday the 13th, though. Those are always my best days...I dunno, must be some weird reversed karma going on.
I got to make my boss look like an idiot after he yelled at us for not screening his calls. He pointed out that we'd transferred someone directly to his voice mail when he wasn't there, when we should be writing down the messages for him. After all, he's much too important to check his voice mail messages.
After conferring with Alex, I discovered that neither of us had gotten a call for our boss anytime this morning. So, I wrote my boss a polite e-mail pointing out that our phone lines ring in other offices, and maybe he should tell those receptionists about his phone preferences. This got me a meek apology and a vow that he'd look into it. Ha!
Enough of my Top Secret day at work.
I wrote my article for the 'zine today. I know, I know, I supposedly wrote one a week or so ago. But that article was just plain lousy. So, I wrote a new one, on figure skating. Took me about 30 minutes to write....that's an indication that it's great. The good ones always seem to write themselves, you know?
We should have the next issue out by Monday or Tuesday next week. I'm looking forward to it. This is going to be one of our best issues ever.