Ghost Town

It's a freaking ghost town today. I was the only person to get on the subway at South Street. It's so hot I took the subway instead of walking. Evidently, the rest of Philly is at the shore.

I sorta like the city on days like these- those of us who are left are the warriors. The ones that go to work even when it's the dog days of August. We continue the work of the world while the lazy people take vacations and enjoy the last weeks of hot weather.

The other part of me is jealous and really wants to be sitting on a beach, instead of at my desk staring at piles of paper.

I don't have much else to say, except I just loved this article from the Inquirer today. Not that I'm a huge Rufus Wainwright fan- I do enjoy his music, but made the choice that I could not sit through an entire concert because he's a little droney in long stretches- but because it's the fan thing. This woman would be my friend.

Wait, one more thing. Someone new has moved into the cubicle across from me. I don't even know her name. A new department has moved into our area, and I don't even know who they are. But this new person is on the phone CONSTANTLY. I was here late last night and from 5 until 6, she was talking. That was annoying, but she was off the clock and just killing time. But it's 9:46 now, and she's been on personal calls for at least half an hour. If I could figure who her supervisor was, I'd rat her out. Because it's annoying as hell. I don't need to know everything about her life.