Feeling Alright.
So last night I
flipped our mattress, and for the first time in weeks, we slept SOUNDLY. It doesn't make any sense to me, but yeah, it worked. We both woke up early this morning, zeWife to do some
A.M. Yoga and me to read some library books and make biscuits.
It's cool to settle into a relaxing new routine. I'm sure a lot of it has to do with carpooling together, but the idea of driving to work doesn't have nearly the amount of dread attached to it that it used to. Overall, zeWife says her new work experience is pretty mild, and she's managed to impress her bosses a few times this week, which makes me endlessly proud.
About the worst thing that makes zeWife sigh and makes me laugh is the endless varieties of
business jargon that she wades through these days. My favorite is "red box", as in, "this new filing system is a real red box for our administrative staff." It was really hard to find a definition for this phrase, but basically:
A "red box" indicates less than 50% mastery or achievement at less than the fiftieth percentile.So one could imagine someone like me saying something like:
- Despite the expenses we paid for this Mandroid armor, its structual integrity continues to be a red box against the Savage Hulk.
- The threat of Borg, Cylons and Daleks are a constant red box for various interplanetary and interdimensional heroes.
- A greater ratio of snakes to passengers will red box a flight's odds for a safe arrival.
RED BOX. Spread it around.
