El Presidente stuck his head in my cubicle yesterday and asked me if I had an X Box. This was quite startling, because usually El Presidente (not to be confused with Mr. B, who is the chairman of the board*) rarely ventures into Marketing Sector 7G, and if he does, he's not there to talk to me. "No," I said, praying that was the right answer. I was also hoping he was referring to the game system. Apparently it was acceptable, he moved onto the next cube with the same question, eventually leaving 7G for Engineering. One possible theory is that maybe all he does is play video games in the corner office.

Incidently, El Presidente and I were almost involved in an automobile accident last week. He was driving down the wrong side of the road as I was leaving The Office.

So the GLOM (Gorgeous Ladies of Marketing) took a group lunch break yesterday. Unfortunately, the subject of uncomfortable doctor's office visits came up; one lady started to say, "Well, the last time I went to Dr. Peterfriend-" That's all she could say, because the rest of us immediately collapsed into paroxysms of laughter. Apparently the last name is not spelled that way, but it's pronounced as such. It would have been even funnier if he had turned out to be a urologist.

*Who is in turn not to be confused with The Chairman of the Board, Ol' Blue Eyes, Dr. Sinatra.