"I Just Wanna Kill People!"

As a spot of bright contrast to the recent OMFG moments at work, there was an amusing exchange involving Rev. Not-So-Nice Super's "I Just Want to Kill People!" song.

I learned that Trader Joe's Queen Monitor has never heard this song. I popped into the office, where the good Rev. was hanging out with the Princess as she did paperwork (and Trendy Chick was in there; a few others may have been as well) and pointed this out to him, thinking that he might emerge and share.

"If she hasn't, there's a reason!" he said. "Maybe she's on the list of people I want to kill."
The Princess looked mildly alarmed. "I've never heard it!" she said. "I want off that list!"
It was too good an opening. "So you want to be put on the 'Do Not Kill' list?" I asked.


The one guy with the iPod keeps getting busted using it at work. I have taken to coming up and saying "Busted!" I had to say so at least twice today. I need to start writing him up or something. I broke out my Frickin' Clue Bat and stood with it at the end of the area for a while, much to the helpless laughter of the girl sitting next to him.

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The scruffy guy closes stuff down early. Finished my workout last night by walking the parking lot. Today wait on laundry

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Argued about staying asleep instead, but I had to switch my laundry. So here I am, stepping in funky twin ellipses.

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I am not expecting anything like top performance tonight. Not on a plasma day. But I will at least move, if slowly.

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It amuses me that my days of wearing pants rarely coincide with the days I dive flat under the desk at work.

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Three other people have come in. No one has turned on the lights. Nocturnal lunatic wins. But her loud musical cellphone

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Though mrs. Robinson would beat r&b if the playing field were equal. But there is a safe headphone limit.

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Machine acting flaky. Suspect zonealarm. Code monkey tired. Code monkey know firewall off. Code monkey turn it off.