Now your moment of my office

[featherynscale]

PG: I'm going to Wendy's - anybody want anything?
(Commotion)
PG: Kimberly, you want anything from Wendy's?
Me: No thanks, I'm going out.
PG: How about a Frosty.
Me: Yick. No thanks.
TW: You don't like Frostys?
Me: Nah. They make me nervous.
TW: Why?
Me: I can't really work out what flavor they are. I suspect that it's the flavor of not cleaning the Frosty machine often enough.
TW: OMG. Ew. Don't say that - PG, she's talking nonsense. Make her stop.

Nothing like horrifying the co-workers to make one feel better.

Comments

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

You should frighten them. You have chemicals. All I have is a computer, access to the financial records, and authorization to take things in the office apart.

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

Yes, but they have chemicals too (speaking of the coworkers, not the stuporvisors), and some have much more creative little brains than I do.
The Stuporvisors gave up on me at least a year ago when I hit 'cranky druid August'. They all just look at me like you would a large predator and keep their distance. (except, of course, for my stuporvisor who swears that he's not frightened of me... ha, just let me mention vague female complaints and he's outta there...)

All I have is a computer, access to the financial records, and authorization to take things in the office apart.
That is not inconsiderable though...

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

All I have is ... and authorization to take things in the office apart.

So they finally agreed to you doing that, now that you started?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Yeah. This week I took apart the fax machine and the copier. Next week, the world!