There's a food truck at work.  It's not the first job I've had that was visited by a food truck.  It's just some dude in a fancy pickup truck that sells coffee and sandwiches and usually dispenses change with a belt-mounted contraption.  But his truck has a specific-sounding horn, or at least he beeps his horn in such a way that's it's impossible to mistake it for anyone other than him.  And like gnats drawn to light, or sharks to blood, all the workers shuffle out of their respective buildings and gather around the food truck to drink crappy coffee and make small talk with the driver.  Nothing he offers is particularly good or different, but because he comes in a truck to specific workplaces, he seems to make a killing.  It's just so weird to be doing something at work and to have time totally stop and everyone's ears perk up at the sound of the food truck's beeping horn approaching.  We humans are strange creatures. #business

I have a newfound respect for people with beards.  I haven't shaved for the past few weeks, and my slightly orange-ish facial hair is longer than it's ever been.  And it's torture.  It feels like I'm wearing a wool scarf on my face.  A wool scarf that keeps moving around, creating new spots of discomfort and itchiness.  And then there's the scraggly-ness.  You've never lived until you've felt a hair from your face poke itself into your nostril or your mouth.  And of course eating is always an adventure.  Maybe other people don't have these problems.  And for that, they're blessed.  But putting up with this for months and months until you finally have a full beard (and presumably forget it's even there) is such a commitment, I respect the men who do it.  I'm shaving tonight. #lifestyle