... are Scooter Libby's choices for explanations of why he did what he did. I've never run in to that particular dichotomy, but in my office job days I was constantly negotiating the boundary between lazy and incompetent, which is basically a minor-league version of the same thing. Did I not sent out those contracts because I couldn't get them done or because I was reading the entire run of some online comic? Was I actually unable to return that email or just staring at the wall? I never really broke through to the understanding that both sins came down to the same thing.
Today, though, I had office job nostalgia. I puttered around the Faultline office doing various important tasks, and when the phone rang I perkily said "Faultline!" when I picked up as if no time had passed since I did that every day. But really THREE YEARS have passed since I've answered an office phone. About the right interval, I guess. Most of the time I really do heart grad school.
Collier countdown: 21 hours! If you're in Irvine, you should come to her party.
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