other people like us, we gotta work
10 Aug 2006 07:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minkhollowmy alarm: ::goes off at godawful o'clock::
me: sleeeeeeeep. ...Oh well, only one more week. ::gets up::
Quin: ::is going to Nebraska today, apparently::
me: ::simultaneous rejoicing and woe, but with more woe::
body: All right, if you and your piratical friend want ninja attack hormones, you GOT it.
hormones: BANZAI!
me: ::wins at early detection, however:: I foil your nefarious plot!
there: ::is no Mountain Dew inna fridge::
me: woe. ::has Pepsi instead::
work: ::is gone to, with a small side of fog::
third shift: ::is still on first::
me: win. ::does sit-down and piddly jobs!::
the cousin: You thought the fog coming in was bad? It's nasty out there now.
me: ...eep. Please no videos, world.
hormones: ::make with the backstabby::
me: Okay, ow. ::takes ibuprofen::
time: ::passes, without videos::
aunt: ::wanders through:: I've been working here for ages! Free cake later!
me: win!
coworker: So we might run out of top bits again, since a lot of the ones they brought over were bad.
me: ::counts what's on the rack:: ...19... or 42. THANK YOU UNIVERSE.
universe: ::smug::
time: ::passes, in which a hideously lingering project is finally finished::
there: ::is much rejoicing (yaaaay!)::
hormones: You think you're so clever, don't you. ::backstabby RIGHT THROUGH THE IBUPROFEN::
me: ...note to self, invest in something stronger.
lunch: ::is had::
cake: ::migrates to cafeteria, for the win::
me: ::reaches the end of the cake (or, well, my piece of said.)::
work: ::recommences::
me: ...Still want to know why Forklift Man doesn't want the third shift girls to build. Possibly so he has a better idea of who to blame if we get a bad job back.
coworkers: ...Yeah, we're gonna get a lot back, probably. (It's not that they're not trying, it's that they don't know all of what's not right yet.)
me: ::shrugs, and continues with sit-down/piddly jobs::
hormones: ::backstabby::
me: ...I GET IT. ::takes more ibuprofen, as that's what there is::
work: ::draws to a close, for great yay::
home: ::is gone to::
me: Shower and Midol, huzzah!
Quin: ::calls en route:: I have no idea what's going on!
me: ...oh dear.
Quin: I should eat dinner while I'm stopped.
we: ::talk for another ten minutes, to neither of our surprise::
And now, I am kidnapped for house work. Stupid house.
me: sleeeeeeeep. ...Oh well, only one more week. ::gets up::
Quin: ::is going to Nebraska today, apparently::
me: ::simultaneous rejoicing and woe, but with more woe::
body: All right, if you and your piratical friend want ninja attack hormones, you GOT it.
hormones: BANZAI!
me: ::wins at early detection, however:: I foil your nefarious plot!
there: ::is no Mountain Dew inna fridge::
me: woe. ::has Pepsi instead::
work: ::is gone to, with a small side of fog::
third shift: ::is still on first::
me: win. ::does sit-down and piddly jobs!::
the cousin: You thought the fog coming in was bad? It's nasty out there now.
me: ...eep. Please no videos, world.
hormones: ::make with the backstabby::
me: Okay, ow. ::takes ibuprofen::
time: ::passes, without videos::
aunt: ::wanders through:: I've been working here for ages! Free cake later!
me: win!
coworker: So we might run out of top bits again, since a lot of the ones they brought over were bad.
me: ::counts what's on the rack:: ...19... or 42. THANK YOU UNIVERSE.
universe: ::smug::
time: ::passes, in which a hideously lingering project is finally finished::
there: ::is much rejoicing (yaaaay!)::
hormones: You think you're so clever, don't you. ::backstabby RIGHT THROUGH THE IBUPROFEN::
me: ...note to self, invest in something stronger.
lunch: ::is had::
cake: ::migrates to cafeteria, for the win::
me: ::reaches the end of the cake (or, well, my piece of said.)::
work: ::recommences::
me: ...Still want to know why Forklift Man doesn't want the third shift girls to build. Possibly so he has a better idea of who to blame if we get a bad job back.
coworkers: ...Yeah, we're gonna get a lot back, probably. (It's not that they're not trying, it's that they don't know all of what's not right yet.)
me: ::shrugs, and continues with sit-down/piddly jobs::
hormones: ::backstabby::
me: ...I GET IT. ::takes more ibuprofen, as that's what there is::
work: ::draws to a close, for great yay::
home: ::is gone to::
me: Shower and Midol, huzzah!
Quin: ::calls en route:: I have no idea what's going on!
me: ...oh dear.
Quin: I should eat dinner while I'm stopped.
we: ::talk for another ten minutes, to neither of our surprise::
And now, I am kidnapped for house work. Stupid house.