November 17th, 2005

work, headset, nerf bat, working

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Hellooooo the Thursday.

Wednesday was not a good communication day at work. Hi, Mercury. Nice to be seeing so much of your ASS. It's getting exceedingly rare that I lose my words. It's even more rare that I lose them at work. It's unheard-of that I have to stutteringly explain to my co-workers: "Brain overload. Words. My. Lost."

That, of course, was my Wednesday. I was behind enough at work that the Pink Shirt Guy wound up reading himself his own hours. I barely had time to breathe. There were too many people on the one survey. There were not enough on the other. My brain got tangled in itself. It feels like I'm doing everything slower each successive day. That's not a good feeling.

Evidently "self-loathing" is not a popular look at work.

But. I did get things done. I did do my work. I was a Good Little Fayoumis, and yay. My short and pointed little e-mail to a manager did get through. (A respondent had complained about a survey. Manager was saying, "Eh, it's just one person complaining." My e-mail made it clear that it was a constant problem.) 20 minutes is not "a few brief questions", and never has been. Used to be more like an hour. But. Hee. Management now knows that:

a) respondents complain about it to me when I dial
b) respondents complain about it to the phone goons I monitor when I monitor
c) respondents who already did the survey complain about it when I call back to verify that yeah, our employee did too do a survey with y'all (used to randomly make sure that it wasn't a phone booth or anything)
d) this has been happening since forever.

So. Management is going to have Words with People. (In this case, since it's not me dealing with People, it's a good thing.) Yay!

Other than that...

Goslings.
Goslings making weird requests about bags.
Goslings just wandering off.
I have been explaining the "gosling" thing to co-workers. It fits very well.
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It would be wrong to find frog molds and use strawberry jam for filling chocolates. Wrong but funny. Pythonesque.
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Quidditch!

The best pastime for an extended Star Wars opening line-wait is a diverting lightsabre fight. Keeps the kids entertained. Keeps the adults entertained. If the kids are the ones holding it, they're running around and will tire themselves out doing this so they can sit still through the movie. (For purposes of this description, "kids" is anyone young enough to have difficulties sitting still through a feature film. This may class some eight-year-olds as "adults".)

For a Potter movie, the best pastime is, of course, Quidditch. (The best active pastime. The best passive pastime might be writing round-robin crackfic. HP crackfic has ruined me for serious fic forever. The discerning X-Phile might be able to trace this fondness of mine back to "Colors".) For a good, rousing game of informal in-line ground-based Quidditch, you pretty much need balls that won't really hurt anyone if thrown, and bats to whack them with. A variety of balls, of course. Enthusiastic players. Yay, Quidditch.

I stopped by the dollar store. I am now the proud owner of one (1) pale yellow foam pool noodle, one (1) honeydew-sized blue inflated ball with pufferfish-style nubs on the outside, and one (1) squishy purple-and-green stressball. The foam pool noodle was cut down to form three (3) bats about two feet in length each.

I'm going to either make some up-too-late Potterheads very happy, or some Mall Security very unhappy. (Or both.) I deliberately went for the soft-and-squishy, as it's exceptionally non-dangerous, unless someone's choking on it.

I hit the fabric store and emerged with one spool each of blue and gold ribbon, and a black cord frog to replace the broken pewter clasp on the wonderful cape that Mama made for me so many years ago. The frog looks lovely with the cloak. It's a little more complicated than the usual few swirls of cord, a loop, and a knot: this one has spirals of cord facing each other across each side of the closing and across the edges of the cloak, and a lovely loopy decorative knot at each end besides the knot of the closing. I'll take and post photos at some point, though I may be a little hyper to make coherent photo posts now.

The ribbons are winding up in my hair. I have a number of slender and neutral (black, browns, navy blue) headbands, and I grabbed the black one and knotted the gold and blue ribbons about it, so they'll fall through my hair and down my back, flashing Ravenclaw colors without being so bulky as a scarf, as flashy as a tie, or as hard to re-arrange as an actual clever hairstyle laced with colored ribbons. They'll hold for Quidditch, in other words.

I'm going to try and get there early so I can drop off a book at the library and get a good place in line or something like that.
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Waiting for the bus. The Knight bus would get here faster. I can almost pass as mundane in this getup.
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Pretending to send a text message is an all-modern way of avoiding a boor. If he continues, I may tell him as much. Litterer.
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In line. Should have come in half an hour ago. I have a decent patch of floor. I am nice & warm in my cloak. I have books.
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Current cunning plan involves Darkside, me, & bloodrayne. Cunning indeed. I think he may not wish to turn that down.
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Ah, someone in a Gryffindor shirt. I'm still sitting in line. Would be better if I knew people here. Next time.
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Previews in the lobby have been switched off. There is a general buzz. I grow twitchy. They are cleaning the auditorium now.
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Theatre time. Lots of shirts proclaiming house affiliation, character name, or "muggle". There was a Tonks and a wheezes employee.
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Looking for friends in the incoming crowd. Not expecting to see any. I do not have many local friends. Hell, no acquaintances.
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Waiting grew too tedious. The couple next to me are the muggle parents of geeks. They vetoed midnight Narnia. Boring grups.
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Hi, nalidoll. I have the phone on silent, never fear. Hell. A mountain troll 2 rows behind me. I should get popcorn to throw.
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Guys behind are playing go fish in verbal color.
Muggle lady: "could you knock off the f-bombs please?"
Guy: "Absofuckinglutely."
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Clearly drunk girl comes in screeching about us being all psyched up for #4. The "company" is appreciated. : ) moved down 1.
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Started in on the Eyre affair. Everyone else is chilled. I have a snug cloak of black wool. There abide theatre suits near.