Institutionalized Koala Ramblings

Once again, I was unceremoniously crammed into a dark, messy bag. This time I had Tubby for company. I thought he was harmlessly boring at MSR, where I mostly ignored him and surfed the web or forged useless messages as FASEE on this interns mailing list. He is, in fact, not harmlessly boring. He is incredibly boring to the fact where I wished I had more strength in my cute, plushy arms with which to squeeze him silent. Throughout the trip, he droned on and on about how we should not pay attention to the opinion of the highest paid person, but rather, heed the customer. I can read, you know. I know “Listen to the Customers” is tattooed on his back, and frankly, I couldn’t care less. We koalas have a good way of dealing with beaurecracy and stupidity. It’s called Sharp Claws. I wish I had some.

Every time I see FASEE shivering because the AC in the room is ridiculously cold, I laugh gleefully inside. I’m always warm. These days I have a constant smile because:

1. No koala baby cookies.
2. I’m warm, she’s cold.
3. No abusive dogs around.
4. No sharks or giant plastic monsters.

I’m going to be very disappointed when I have to sit on her uncomfortable monitor in Davis again and listen to rumbling fan. And worry about being left behind when there’s fire alarms.