Now your moment of my office
Jul. 22nd, 2004 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
featherynscalePG: 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.
(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.
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Date: 2004-07-22 09:15 am (UTC)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...