Lis's Project 365

There used to be a McDonald’s in the building at work, and I avoided it at all costs. It’s gone now, and in its place we have an ABP, which is, in  some ways, even more dangerous.

There are large windows above the doors as you enter South Station. They often contain large print ads. Right now they are advertising Blue Man Group (which, if you haven’t seen…hellloooo! what are you waiting for!); at any rate, this L is from the word “BALD.”

This week, for no particular reason, I am going to photograph the letters of my name (plus the first initial of my last name to make 7 letters).

This “A” is probably fairly recognizable to some. I can’t promise that will be true of the rest of the letters I photograph this week…I’ll just have to see what catches my eye.

Doug’s birthday was on Friday, and we celebrated it yesterday. A bunch of folks went out to Spectacle Island with Doug for the day, and then a whole bunch of us met for dinner. Doug got to wear the awesome “birthday boy” hat pictured here, and he got a lot of cards and generally had  a pretty great day.

OK, so they’re not people. But they are working, all the time.
Today was a Critter Day at work, and we  had a beekeeper join us, with his small demonstration hive of bees. Even if you’re kind of afraid of bees, you have to admit they’re pretty amazing. These are probably the female worker bees, who do all the harvesting of pollen, making the honey, building the hive, etc. The male drones just mate with the queen. They’re driven out in the winter when the queen’s not laying, since all they’d do is sit around and eat. Hmm.

I wonder how many little boys think “when I grow up, I want to have a job that lets me spend my day in a big hole in the street.” Because apparently these guys did.

Here’s a thankless job. I always feel bad for the conductors–no one is particularly nice to them (I myself am usually asleep when they come around), but everyone is happy to complain to them. If the train is late, too crowded, too hot, too cold, too expensive–you name it. And the conductor has no control over these things. They must have the thickest skins of anyone.

This guy looked bored out of his mind. In the 30 seconds it took me to notice him and take his picture, he wandered around the car, climbed the steps, leaned against the wall, came back to the car….

I imagine it’s kind of dull–driving wealthy people to interesting places but not getting to go into them yourself.

I had to pick up more decongestant today, but you can’t just buy good ol’ Sudafed off the shelves anymore (thanks, crazy meth lab people!). You have to ask for it and show your ID. The woman at the pharmacy was very good natured about having her picture taken.

This week I’ll be looking at people at various jobs.

I suppose on a day like this–sunny, high 70s, little breeze–this isn’t such a bad job to have.

But I still don’t think I’d want it.