Creepy Guy didn't react to my reorganization at all, dammit. He just sighed, all resigned-ly, and accepted his fate. Man, this guy is incapable of doing anything that even moderately pleases me - not even when I WANT him to demonstrate his superior freakish-ness. What a freakin' bust. The only thing that brings any joy to this story is that, in my head, I pronounced the word "incapable" as though it were Spanish - een-cuh-PAH-blay.
In other happy news, I'm not getting that internal promotion, either. You know, I'm not particularly worried - now that I'm not movin' on up with this company, there's a distinct feeling of relief. I don't have to stay there. I had temporarily forgotten that I work for an evil, evil, EEEEEEEEEVILLLLLL insurance company.
Don't worry. I remember now. EEEEEEEVILLLLLLLL.
On a lighter note...I love Whoppers.
Specifically, Easter-egg shaped Whoppers. God, I hated these when I was little, but NOW...my refined adult palate happily welcomes the flavor sensation (nay, explosion!) that is chocolate-covered candy-coated malted milk balls. Mmmmmm...gourmet...
Speaking of night-vision goggles...
Whenever I enter the stairwells at work, I have this strange daydream of being a superspy, infiltrating some sort of compound. I momentarily consider the possibility of wedging myself up the wall into a shadowy corner, crawling through air ducts, or making use of the "ROOF ACCESS" door. I could drop silently down onto unsuspecting victims and...uh...
Well, I don't know what I'd do then, but I'm certain it would be incredibly cool.
Superspy cool.
Sorry to hear about the job(s)... but glad you're now respecting the Whopper... was disappointed that the freaky file guy rolled with the flow... you could also put his stapler in jello...
ReplyDeleteWhoppers are unholy and untasty--there is no room for them in this household!
ReplyDeleteI'll never forget the traumatic experience of seeing a secretary in a doctor's waiting room who had decided her cutesy Christmas craft was going to be decorating boxes of Whoppers as Santa's Reindeers:
she put little crafty antlers on the top of the box, and she cut a hole in the back of the box so that the whoppers came out the back as reindeer poop.
Scarred for life!
And...you play entirely too many video games, or I've watched you play entirely too many video games, because I know that you're thinking of that game with the night vision goggles and the inflitrating a building (whatever that one is called).
ReplyDeleteHa! Splinter cell--that's it! You can't fool me!
Note to self: Play Splinter Cell wayyyy more often in Julia's presence while eating Whoppers.
ReplyDeleteMaybe wear antlers, too.