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azurelunatic) wrote2014-10-08 10:44 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2014-10-08 10:44 pm
Hazards of dinner at work: being interrupted in the middle for a small technical question...
Much less screaming today. Purple: "So how was your day? It can't have been too bad, I didn't hear that much swearing..."
Lunch with Purple, filing tickets for software, loon-measuring and the assorted lunacies and wordplay*, data entry in the name of 2nd Thursday, and then a brief breather in the form of the Search for Cardboard Sheldon. I was tiptoeing over to one of the other buildings to post the poster in the mail room when I ran into the Dean. I showed the poster to him. He was absolutely delighted, and took a selfie with us and the poster and sent it to [off-topic]. And then back to work!
Eventually Purple and I were both hungry, so he wrapped up what he was working on, and I busted out dinner. Shawn, calculator shenanigans, high school sex-ed. And by that time it was late enough that I made the executive decision to come home. Now I shall wind down briefly and crash.
*sithjawa is reading up in preparation for NaNo. One of the readings included a top 10 list of birds likely to kill you. Citation needed, but stabbed through the sternum by a loon sounds unpleasant to say the least. The beaks on those things are not small. Purple made gestures about the relative size of loon beaks. Me: "This is not a conversation that would benefit from someone observing the gestures from moderately far away." Then entered the spam that Purple had got some time ago. "Is it just me or does 'the erection of a lifetime' sound likely to kill you?" It wasn't just him. From there, Steph and I got to the concept of pills which would transform your, er, unit, into something as hard and stabby as a loon beak. Which would result in the person with the ... loon unit ... getting kicked out of bed by their sweetie for the next up to four hours, after which see a doctor. "Is that a loon in your lululemons, or are you just happy to see me?"
Lunch with Purple, filing tickets for software, loon-measuring and the assorted lunacies and wordplay*, data entry in the name of 2nd Thursday, and then a brief breather in the form of the Search for Cardboard Sheldon. I was tiptoeing over to one of the other buildings to post the poster in the mail room when I ran into the Dean. I showed the poster to him. He was absolutely delighted, and took a selfie with us and the poster and sent it to [off-topic]. And then back to work!
Eventually Purple and I were both hungry, so he wrapped up what he was working on, and I busted out dinner. Shawn, calculator shenanigans, high school sex-ed. And by that time it was late enough that I made the executive decision to come home. Now I shall wind down briefly and crash.
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sithjawa is reading up in preparation for NaNo. One of the readings included a top 10 list of birds likely to kill you. Citation needed, but stabbed through the sternum by a loon sounds unpleasant to say the least. The beaks on those things are not small. Purple made gestures about the relative size of loon beaks. Me: "This is not a conversation that would benefit from someone observing the gestures from moderately far away." Then entered the spam that Purple had got some time ago. "Is it just me or does 'the erection of a lifetime' sound likely to kill you?" It wasn't just him. From there, Steph and I got to the concept of pills which would transform your, er, unit, into something as hard and stabby as a loon beak. Which would result in the person with the ... loon unit ... getting kicked out of bed by their sweetie for the next up to four hours, after which see a doctor. "Is that a loon in your lululemons, or are you just happy to see me?"