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Apr. 24th, 2006 07:04 amIt started out as the girl I worked the machine with tonight turning to me at one point and saying sarcastically, "Thanks, Captain Obvious." My immediate response was to say in the tone of an audience for a children's show talking back to the host, "Thank you, Captain Obvious!" Then followed, "We love yoooooooou, Captain Obvious," and my personal favorite, "Captain Obvious, if I don't get a pony, I'm giving you a respiratory disorder," which wins simply for existing. (It helps if you picture me doing all of this with cute little French braids like some adorable moppet.)
In summation, the people I work with are going insane and intend on taking me with them.
When I started my shift last night I was wearing a Superman T-shirt to show off my One Ring tat and talking to my friend Jess about Supernatural fanfic. I think we should all sit back and watch as the counter on my "Days since last incident of excessive geekiness in a real-world setting" sign goes back down to zero.
This was the second night in three days one of my friends has left work for the hospital for some sort of attack. The other night it was anxiety, tonight it was asthma. I keep breaking my co-workers.
On the other hand, tonight I'm skipping out on work to ... I don't know, I'll find something worthless to do that'll be more interesting than work. Hell, there's always writing more porn to fall back on.
I'm going to go call in a personal day and head to bed. Tell me a bedtime story? *bats eyelashes*
In summation, the people I work with are going insane and intend on taking me with them.
When I started my shift last night I was wearing a Superman T-shirt to show off my One Ring tat and talking to my friend Jess about Supernatural fanfic. I think we should all sit back and watch as the counter on my "Days since last incident of excessive geekiness in a real-world setting" sign goes back down to zero.
This was the second night in three days one of my friends has left work for the hospital for some sort of attack. The other night it was anxiety, tonight it was asthma. I keep breaking my co-workers.
On the other hand, tonight I'm skipping out on work to ... I don't know, I'll find something worthless to do that'll be more interesting than work. Hell, there's always writing more porn to fall back on.
I'm going to go call in a personal day and head to bed. Tell me a bedtime story? *bats eyelashes*