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Thursday, May 19, 2011

Overheard in the breakroom

Overheard in the breakroom:

Me: -with head in fridge- Where's the brownies?
J: Oh, I took them home.
Me: -looks up- What? Why?!
J: Well, I didn't want to leave my Pyrex dish.
Me: I was just going to eat the brownies. I wasn't going to eat the Pyrex!
J: I'm sorry!

Don't come between me and some good brownies, yo.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Twinkle toes returns

I've always been interested in ballet.
It's graceful.
It's beautiful.
It's elegant.

However, I'm built less like a swan princess,

and more like a belly dancer.

I see belly dancing in my near future.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Do I spy a David Tennant?

The Fright Night remake looks quite promising.
And I'm not just saying that because I think Colin Farrell is a hunkbox.
'Cause there's also vampires. And vampires usually equal strong, sexy, deadly types.
So, we have a strong and deadly hunkbox. Not quite enough to make me watch something...
Oh... is that a David Tennant I see?

Vampires, hunkboxes and David Tennant?
Yeah, I'll definitely be watching this.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

How I try to not be naked at work

No matter where I am, I need a bit of paper and pen/pencil. I feel a bit naked without them.
Especially since my head likes to forget things: what I was supposed to be doing at that moment, people's names, basic etiquette...
So, I try and carry a notebook everywhere... including work.
I should say especially at work; that place is a plethora of ridiculous things. Which I have recorded for my enjoyment or just to get some rants off my chest.

Here's one from April, written the day after my most recent stomach episode:

To make us feel more responsible for the branch's success, my manager asked each of us what we did the day before to help the branch.
My answer: I stayed home so that I wouldn't projectile vomit on customers, thus getting us a low customer service score.

My manager paused, nodded and said: You have a point there.