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azurelunatic) wrote2014-04-26 01:47 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-04-26 01:47 am
Caution: bees.
Morning did not treat me particularly well. My throat and my nose got into an argument, and I lost. The resulting coughing spree had me questioning my relationship with oxygen for a few hours. I was droopy, quiet, and woeful over lunch (and I opted for lunch with Purple's gang, rather than the invited speaker event, which sounded interesting but I was exhausted). The hot peppers in the dish weren't the best help. I did quiet organizey things in and around my inbox for a while, and printed some labels for my Overlady's section of the move.
Designer Sparkles had some things to say about transparency; she breezed by my cube and mentioned that I should go and like a thing on not!Facebook. Purple had been bothered by the same topic the night before. I slung some links around.
I wasn't feeling up to seeing what turtle goings-on there were. When Purple came over to retrieve me, there was a bit of a crowd inside, and enough rain outside that neither of us felt quite like that. We found a corner inside. I was still quieter than usual. Various people wandered by, including a few teammates, a friend on another team, and some guy I don't know in the slightest but I've seen him around so his face is familiar. That guy stopped and told me that I'd asked the best question the other day. I told him what had inspired me -- my dad had got access to a variable speed card reader, and you never tell a [Lunatic] "You can't possibly break that." NEVER. (It didn't actually break, but it did react alarmingly.)
We were heading back upstairs to get back to work when Purple got sidetracked in the kitchen. Come to find out, R and the Other Guy were there. So we spent another enjoyable while chatting. This included some disturbing Van Gogh-related imagery, and the revelation that yes, the girls in Frozen are technically Disney princesses, but princesses who on occasion feel gassy. Also, "the other guy who worked on The Book of Mormon" is a distinct selling point. Purple did say random things which resulted in me variously brandishing my cane at him. During one of those moments, there was a ducking and oopsing from behind us: I had nearly clipped Mr. Zune's managey-type person with my cane by accident. He'd come in search of the fussball players, who were already long gone. He ducked back out again. R's phone was on the dregs of its battery, but I had a chargey-box in my purse.
And then we did go back upstairs and get back to work. Though I did ask after the state of the facial hair. I'd been noticing that it's on about a three-day cycle. Apparently that cycle is anywhere from three days to two weeks, depending on morning meetings and other circumstances. So there's no actual plan to revert to the evil-alternate-universe version of himself in progress.
Purple stopped by my cube later. I was stuffing stuff in boxes. My "Caution: Bees" sign came up. It is a sign that belongs on the top of a box. Purple suggested that the ideal contents for a box which would contain this would be vibrators. This won him the boon of being the best [name] for a short span.
I pulled some of the gloves out of the glove-box to put in the emergency kit, prior to putting the glove-box in the moving box, and Purple's attention was drawn. He suggested that the box of gloves be displayed next to some other items to allow the proximity to cause alarm. I realized just the item, and brandished my bottle of lotion. That caused Purple to display antic delight. He then went yes-and, suggesting the bottle of caramel syrup alongside, for further confusion.
Somewhat after that interlude, one of the moving guys popped his face in my cube and evidenced surprise that there was someone working that late. He'd been coming to borrow a highlighter. I retrieved one; he was thinking not one of the fancy ones, one of the standard ones. So I dug up one of those. Everything on my desk is moving around and nothing is where it's supposed to be. It's very distressing.
On my way to go ditch a cup in the kitchen or something, Purple waved me over and showed me, among other things, Ze Frank's "Fitting In Cardboard", a short little film. After it was over, I looked at him and smiled, blinking my eyes slowly. Then I had to explain that no, it was just that I didn't really have words for the thing that I had just watched (which was good). And we also watched a red hot nickel ball slide through a giant gummy bear.
Purple had been meaning (for several days) to email his former officemate about the ownership of a phone that had been left in a moving box in the office. Since I'd been hearing same for several days, this time I loomed over him until he opened the window and started composing the email. Then I headed off to stuff some further things in boxes.
When Purple and I hugged goodnight, his hair was in the wrong place, so I got a faceful of it. This resulted in a little bit of tipping over (him) and spluttering (me). "Well, it's not wet, so that's a good sign," he said, after the part where I explained that it tried to go up my nose.
So then I had to tell the story of how Darkside first accidentally got fingers up my nose, and then wiped them on my shirt. (Purple would have done the same.)
My timing was crappy (considering the hour), butnorabombay and I took five minutes to get a bit caught up. She's got stuff in the morning, but maybe she'll be around during the evening.
Designer Sparkles had some things to say about transparency; she breezed by my cube and mentioned that I should go and like a thing on not!Facebook. Purple had been bothered by the same topic the night before. I slung some links around.
I wasn't feeling up to seeing what turtle goings-on there were. When Purple came over to retrieve me, there was a bit of a crowd inside, and enough rain outside that neither of us felt quite like that. We found a corner inside. I was still quieter than usual. Various people wandered by, including a few teammates, a friend on another team, and some guy I don't know in the slightest but I've seen him around so his face is familiar. That guy stopped and told me that I'd asked the best question the other day. I told him what had inspired me -- my dad had got access to a variable speed card reader, and you never tell a [Lunatic] "You can't possibly break that." NEVER. (It didn't actually break, but it did react alarmingly.)
We were heading back upstairs to get back to work when Purple got sidetracked in the kitchen. Come to find out, R and the Other Guy were there. So we spent another enjoyable while chatting. This included some disturbing Van Gogh-related imagery, and the revelation that yes, the girls in Frozen are technically Disney princesses, but princesses who on occasion feel gassy. Also, "the other guy who worked on The Book of Mormon" is a distinct selling point. Purple did say random things which resulted in me variously brandishing my cane at him. During one of those moments, there was a ducking and oopsing from behind us: I had nearly clipped Mr. Zune's managey-type person with my cane by accident. He'd come in search of the fussball players, who were already long gone. He ducked back out again. R's phone was on the dregs of its battery, but I had a chargey-box in my purse.
And then we did go back upstairs and get back to work. Though I did ask after the state of the facial hair. I'd been noticing that it's on about a three-day cycle. Apparently that cycle is anywhere from three days to two weeks, depending on morning meetings and other circumstances. So there's no actual plan to revert to the evil-alternate-universe version of himself in progress.
Purple stopped by my cube later. I was stuffing stuff in boxes. My "Caution: Bees" sign came up. It is a sign that belongs on the top of a box. Purple suggested that the ideal contents for a box which would contain this would be vibrators. This won him the boon of being the best [name] for a short span.
I pulled some of the gloves out of the glove-box to put in the emergency kit, prior to putting the glove-box in the moving box, and Purple's attention was drawn. He suggested that the box of gloves be displayed next to some other items to allow the proximity to cause alarm. I realized just the item, and brandished my bottle of lotion. That caused Purple to display antic delight. He then went yes-and, suggesting the bottle of caramel syrup alongside, for further confusion.
Somewhat after that interlude, one of the moving guys popped his face in my cube and evidenced surprise that there was someone working that late. He'd been coming to borrow a highlighter. I retrieved one; he was thinking not one of the fancy ones, one of the standard ones. So I dug up one of those. Everything on my desk is moving around and nothing is where it's supposed to be. It's very distressing.
On my way to go ditch a cup in the kitchen or something, Purple waved me over and showed me, among other things, Ze Frank's "Fitting In Cardboard", a short little film. After it was over, I looked at him and smiled, blinking my eyes slowly. Then I had to explain that no, it was just that I didn't really have words for the thing that I had just watched (which was good). And we also watched a red hot nickel ball slide through a giant gummy bear.
Purple had been meaning (for several days) to email his former officemate about the ownership of a phone that had been left in a moving box in the office. Since I'd been hearing same for several days, this time I loomed over him until he opened the window and started composing the email. Then I headed off to stuff some further things in boxes.
When Purple and I hugged goodnight, his hair was in the wrong place, so I got a faceful of it. This resulted in a little bit of tipping over (him) and spluttering (me). "Well, it's not wet, so that's a good sign," he said, after the part where I explained that it tried to go up my nose.
So then I had to tell the story of how Darkside first accidentally got fingers up my nose, and then wiped them on my shirt. (Purple would have done the same.)
My timing was crappy (considering the hour), but
norabombay and I took five minutes to get a bit caught up. She's got stuff in the morning, but maybe she'll be around during the evening.
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