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azurelunatic) wrote2004-10-23 07:59 am
azurelunatic) wrote2004-10-23 07:59 am
"I like eggs."
Work: monitored.
Short shift.
Rev. Nice Super rolled up a couple legal-size sheets of paper and wandered around alternately bopping people with them, playing them like a flute, and singing "I like eggs."
"I'm so glad I'm working with a bunch of adults," I said.
Rev. Nice Super threatened me with his egg-flute-bopper. I was standing inside the bullpen, and (coincidentally) there was a newspaper on the top shelf of the bit I was standing at. I rolled that up and brandished it.
"Now, enough with the violence," Rev. Nice Super said.
"Backing down just because mine's bigger than yours? Hee, hee," I said. (I'm still a bit of a Good Girl at work, plus, there were still people on the phones.)
Writing:
Got 500 words this morning. Slacked off this evening, and read Mac Hall instead. (Bruno and Boots would fit in there, actually...)
Short shift.
Rev. Nice Super rolled up a couple legal-size sheets of paper and wandered around alternately bopping people with them, playing them like a flute, and singing "I like eggs."
"I'm so glad I'm working with a bunch of adults," I said.
Rev. Nice Super threatened me with his egg-flute-bopper. I was standing inside the bullpen, and (coincidentally) there was a newspaper on the top shelf of the bit I was standing at. I rolled that up and brandished it.
"Now, enough with the violence," Rev. Nice Super said.
"
Writing:
Got 500 words this morning. Slacked off this evening, and read Mac Hall instead. (Bruno and Boots would fit in there, actually...)