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azurelunatic) wrote2014-06-10 01:56 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-06-10 01:56 am
Awesome Friday
Among other things, my Overlady was at an offsite thing until late in the afternoon. She had an officemate moving in with the evening's move. So I got her box off the other desk and came back with another box and Mr. Zune. I scooped up the rest of the loose stuff in the new guy's zone.
The reason Mr. Zune was with me was because of the grand office vulture tradition. When somebody leaves (or deliberately abandons junk in a move) it is sometimes unofficially redistributed amongst the team (or other locals).
The erstwhile officemate had left behind two machines, a monitor, a pot of dirt which used to be a plant, and several grungy cloth napkins.
phone (another hard-to-google actual handle) also looked, but he didn't need any of that. I labeled detritus and boxes, and bestowed the monitor on lb and officemate.
R tried to round the whole of #cupcake up for bash, saying she had cake. I snagged a pair of shirts from the swag distribution: leftovers from the previous week's building ceremony shenanigans which neither Purple nor I had been moved to wake up early for. There was a nice blue in my size, but all that was left in Purple's size was an appalling green: almost the color of that somewhat regrettable nvidia shirt.
We collected at a table: me, phone, R, and the other guy. R retrieved her cake, in a small bakery box. Purple had apparently said he was coming, but was invisible. So I called him.
As I captured his agreement that he would be here soon, with a timeframe, R opened the box, and Purple got to hear what I sound like when I realize the cake is a birthday cake for me! I'm not at my most coherent.
It was mocha buttercream and delicious. Purple showed and was delighted by the terrifying green shirt. Now he can terrorize our eyes with two of them.
We decamped to the restaurant. Same place we had the conference party last year. Amazingly, Purple and I did not cause too much trouble by sitting on the same end as Mr. Zune and his girlfriend, though there was a near thing with a mouthful of something, and then the cloth napkin football which hit me in the face (I was trying for a photo).
The sentence "Thank you for throwing yourself on that banana for me" can lead to Purple telling the banana story (again). This phrase included a hand gesture which does not mean "attack".
Mr. Zune wound up taking home the leftover cake, as he had not found our party earlier and hadn't had any.
It was a lovely evening. Yay friends!
The reason Mr. Zune was with me was because of the grand office vulture tradition. When somebody leaves (or deliberately abandons junk in a move) it is sometimes unofficially redistributed amongst the team (or other locals).
The erstwhile officemate had left behind two machines, a monitor, a pot of dirt which used to be a plant, and several grungy cloth napkins.
phone (another hard-to-google actual handle) also looked, but he didn't need any of that. I labeled detritus and boxes, and bestowed the monitor on lb and officemate.
R tried to round the whole of #cupcake up for bash, saying she had cake. I snagged a pair of shirts from the swag distribution: leftovers from the previous week's building ceremony shenanigans which neither Purple nor I had been moved to wake up early for. There was a nice blue in my size, but all that was left in Purple's size was an appalling green: almost the color of that somewhat regrettable nvidia shirt.
We collected at a table: me, phone, R, and the other guy. R retrieved her cake, in a small bakery box. Purple had apparently said he was coming, but was invisible. So I called him.
As I captured his agreement that he would be here soon, with a timeframe, R opened the box, and Purple got to hear what I sound like when I realize the cake is a birthday cake for me! I'm not at my most coherent.
It was mocha buttercream and delicious. Purple showed and was delighted by the terrifying green shirt. Now he can terrorize our eyes with two of them.
We decamped to the restaurant. Same place we had the conference party last year. Amazingly, Purple and I did not cause too much trouble by sitting on the same end as Mr. Zune and his girlfriend, though there was a near thing with a mouthful of something, and then the cloth napkin football which hit me in the face (I was trying for a photo).
The sentence "Thank you for throwing yourself on that banana for me" can lead to Purple telling the banana story (again). This phrase included a hand gesture which does not mean "attack".
Mr. Zune wound up taking home the leftover cake, as he had not found our party earlier and hadn't had any.
It was a lovely evening. Yay friends!