When it comes to work, I am working for THE MAN. Talking about his buisness is bad business. Additionally, I work for researchers. Publishing their business before they do is bad business. Finally, there's lots of patient confidentiality paranoia (and very justifyably so) running about work. So all in all, keeping quiet about work is a good deal.
That much said, the girl who arranged a meeting in the conference room today was awful darn cute. She was short, I admit, but then I realized she was wearing two inch heels. She was WAY short. But still cute.
If it's lousy weather tomorrow, I might pack up and see The Two Towers.