“A snake! A snake! Snake! Ooohhh it’s a snaaaake!”
I can’t wait for the remix, featuring Beyonce.
“A snake! A snake! Snake! Ooohhh it’s a snaaaake!”
I can’t wait for the remix, featuring Beyonce.
All morning my brain is going, “Badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger,badger, badger, mushroom, mushroom”!!
I’ts kinda pleasing….
I agree! I am sad, because today I figured out Frenchie’s runny nose is due to the paint. :( The minute I took her out to run errands, it cleared up. So I booted her out into the backyard while I checked my email.
is she snorting paint?
Who needs drugs when you’ve got badgers? My partner came running in the room to see what the mad cackling was all about. Thanks for the link.
Wonderful. Now I’ll be singing that all day at work. Blah.
My dreams were infiltrated with badgers and mushrooms last night. No snakes, though.
This is a post, since I am too stupid to be able to log in someplace that is not my house.
So This is What People Do in Their Offices
I am sitting at the desk of my cushy new uni job, typing away on this hamster-powered computer, wearing nothing but my pants, my 4,000 jelly bracelets, and a bra. If you’re over in Loew Hall and near a window, you ahould give me a wave. Hello? No, I didn’t think so.
I can get away with this because school hasn’t started yet; my boss isn’t even here. Oh, why am I topless? Because, jackass that I am, I decided to start riding my bike to school. Today is day two, and today is the day the rains have begun. I thought I was all set in my slicker, and with my change of clothes, etc, etc. The water got deep into my backpack, wetting a couple of my thesis advisor’s books. They are currently being weighted down with writing center books. The water also got to my dry socks, so I am barefoot. My slicker made me sweat so much that my shirt is all wet. Yug.
Everything is spread all over the office, pretending to dry. The heat isn’t off and it’s raining steadily, so we’ll see how that goes. The only thing that isn’t spread out is my panties, which I have hidden at the bottom of my soppy backpack, due to the tiny remaining shred of modesty that I have.
I need a better plan for tomorrow. I refuse to be the wet, half-naked savage in the engineering building. There are few enough women in this building anyhow, without me causing trouble.
Anyway, it’s kind of fun to sit here without underwear on, listening to “The Best of Julie London,” and getting paid for it.
You deserve a raise.
Ooh er, now I have to ride my bike home without panties on. Suddenly this is all less funny.
Hehehe, panties are FUNNY!!! I LOVE the image of you mostly naked in your office on the first day of work. Can’t you just see the reaction of the first person to come to you for writing help???? “Is this Mrs. Robinson or some shit? I just wanted to learn where it’s appropriate to use a semicolon!!”
Fabbalous!!!!
Okay, quick story about something like this.
About five years ago I moved to Bellingham to go to Western Washington University for one year and while I was there I worked in Casa Que Pasa, a burrito kitchen in downtown Bellingham and basically one of three restaurants worth dealing with in that entire stupid town because the guy who owns it, Travis, is a complete freak with a generous nature. But that’s neither here nor there.
The point is, from the minute I moved to Bellingham and started looking for stupid restaurant jobs to support my college habit, the only place I wanted to work was Casa and the only thing I really wanted to do was work register because I’d come to Casa once about a year before the person at the register was so terrifically abusive, I knew Casa was the place for me.
Unfortunately the woman who was managing the floor when I moved to Bellingham was making a concerted effort to change the way Casa’s customer service was perceived around Bellingham and she twigged immediately that I only wanted to work there so I could be mean to people– so the only job I could get was as a dishwasher. Which was fine, because I knew I could eventually parlay it into a cashier job, but for a while I was stuck washing dishes.
So one night Travis asks me to train this new guy for the closing shift, which I do and, as usually happens with new guys on closing shifts, he takes fucking forever doing the closing thing and I’m getting bored but he has to learn to do it. But it’s the middle of the night and he’s taking forever and ever and