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The other supervisors have discovered the fact that I know about chickens. Highlights included Cute Poser-Geek Super making bad jokes about "cock", and the eating thereof, and demonstrating his utter ignorance of what animals one can and can't eat. (One can eat male cattle. One can eat male chickens. One should avoid eating an animal that has just up and died, lest it have something nasty.)

Silliness followed, resulting in a foot-in-mouth moment for Stressy College Chick: there was the obligatory Workplace Casting Thread, which moved from Powder to Curious George, and cast Stressy College Chick as The Man in the Yellow Hat. Stressy College Chick admitted that she in fact really could go for a banana just now.

Rev. Nice Super: "I have a banana for you: in my pants!"
Stressy College Chick: "I was looking for a banana that's more yellow."
All: *fall on floor laughing* *gasp things to the effect of that being DREADFUL*

Figment went home, at my insistence, following him not being able to string together a coherent sentence.

"If I find something in the shower, I might say 'dookey', but otherwise, I enjoy being adult enough to say 'shit'." -- Rev. Nice Super

There was some rousing discussion about how Rev. Nice Super and Cute Poser-Geek Super are really an OTP. Rev. Nice Super attempted to establish that Cute Poser-Geek Super and I are perfect for each other. I am not a goth, despite the clothing. (Gilly the Perky-Goth?)

Work is fun.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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