Hi.
Once upon a summer, we – “we” being a Business major with a hidden talent for verbally berating the opposite sex; a Bradford native whose liver, if it were capable of speech, would likely cuss her out on a daily basis; and a 23-year-old erstwhile History student with a penchant for being really, really awkward – were brought together by the capriciousness of Fate and the whims of a manager that liked to pull resumes out of the pool as early as humanly possible to work together in downtown Toronto. We made the big bucks. We worked with some truly fantastic people. Most of the time, we laughed. On occasion, we cried. And above all, we said some really stupid things. Stupid enough that eventually, somebody had to record them, lest these gems of verbal ineptitude be lost for all eternity.
The Quotebook (capitalized because of its sanctity) began as a lowly Hilroy steno book pilfered from a nearby supply cabinet. By midsummer, it became a conversation piece. And by the end of August, it became a legend. All productive work ground to a screeching halt, and to choruses of “the Quotebook! Put it in the Quotebook!”, stupid lines were made tangible in paper and pen. A change in departments put quote recording on brief hiatus as we realized that somebody had abandoned the Quotebook at her previous desk, but it was revived for one last run to the end of summer.
As the countdown began on our work contracts, we realized that we would need to replicate the Quotebook in order that we would have something to take our minds off of things while sitting in class or at different jobs bored out of our minds. We also realized that because technology sucks (or because the person who tried doing this had broken two photocopiers in one day and so didn’t have the best luck with office equipment), physically replicating the Quotebook was a pain in the ass. Ultimately, the Quotebook ended up in Renée’s possession, as it had been sitting at her desk. And she realized that since she would probably have the most time on her hands (and since she already had three blogs, never mind that she rarely updated them), she could turn the Quotebook into the Quoteblog – thereby immortalizing their many verbal gaffes and saving the trees all at the same time.
Here’s to the summer of 2009 – booze, boys, and rock’n'roll. Or work, work, and more work. Whatever.
