Wow. Must be an ex-agent.
Kel pointed this out to me in the Multiverse Monitor today. All I can say is that whoever wrote it must have been one of that rare, rare species--a living ex-PPC agent. Scarily accurate.
You Know You're From PPC Headquarters When...
You've gotten lost in a six foot stretch of corridor.
Still do, still do. But having a...someone to occupy one's thoughts does help. :)
You find yourself talking to plants at random intervals.
Oh, yes, but it's not random. It's every morning first thing, and any time during the day that the Daisy needs something. I suspect I have more contact with flowers than the average agent.
Spending an hour walking down a dozen yards of corridor is perfectly acceptable.
When I'm in a hurry, that's FAST.
Your walls are grey. All of them.
Actually, my walls are made of file cabinet drawers, in shades ranging from American 1970's Olive Green to Modern Beige. Though there is a healthy proportion of grey in there too, I must admit.
Doors that don't disappear confuse you.
Ten minutes without hearing a single 'Beeeeeeep!' makes you wonder what's wrong.
Ahh, horrible fond memories of being an assassin agent! It's been months since I took secretary work, and I still feel something's missing when I don't hear the BEEEEP every day.
You get violent around sunflowers.
Not violent, just extremely cautious.
The words 'pay', 'clock' and 'time off' are no longer in your vocabulary.
What is this "pay" you refer to?
The word 'lol' makes you reach for a sword.
A phaser compression rifle, actually. Or a zat gun.
You never let yourself get comfortable.
I may not be on field duty, but believe me there are dozens of ways one's comfort can be disturbed here in HQ.
You will never utter the phrase 'It's only a story' except in sarcasm.
Too many bumps and bruises for that.
You are personally acquainted with species from at least three different 'fictional' universes.
Heck, I'm from a supposedly fictional universe.
Slamming your head against a wall is a good thing.
I prefer beating myself over the head with a large book. Books are more portable.
You're not addicted to Bleeprin - you can stop any time you like.
Yep, I...*sip* can stop any time I...AUGH MARY SUE! *GLUG*
You know exactly what to do if someone comes at you with a flamethrower.
Run away, run away!
Computers are evil.
I refuse to agree to that. Mostly because I work with the computers every day, and...do you think I WANT them to gang up on me more than they already do??!
The word 'mpreg' make you twitch.
*TWITCH*
You can remember the differences between Bleeprin, Bleepka, Bleepsinthe and Bleepesteem, but the difference between work and holidays are beginning to fade.
Except for Bleepsinthe--what is that, anyway? And the Daisy says I'm on holidays every day....wait. I should trust him why?
Yelling at and hitting a piece of technology to fix it actually works.
Splendidly.
You have no idea how big your place of work actually is.
Does it matter when the size keeps changing all the time anyway, I ask you?
The sight of glitter makes you sick.
Except in Suvian sacrifices.
If Legolas runs down the corridor, you let him pass and then prepare to kill the 'Sue chasing him.
'Sue' is not just a name.
I'm sorry, what did you say? I'm afraid my brain blanked out when it heard the S-word.
'Urple' is not a typo.
Miniature firey demons are a common pet.
Mmm, yes. They're adorable, although Bashire the mini-Jem'Hadar puts them all to shame for cuteness. Me, biased?
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from PPC HQ.
Get them? Yes. Pass them on? Well, I suppose if anyone reads this....
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You Know You're From PPC Headquarters When...
You've gotten lost in a six foot stretch of corridor.
Still do, still do. But having a...someone to occupy one's thoughts does help. :)
You find yourself talking to plants at random intervals.
Oh, yes, but it's not random. It's every morning first thing, and any time during the day that the Daisy needs something. I suspect I have more contact with flowers than the average agent.
Spending an hour walking down a dozen yards of corridor is perfectly acceptable.
When I'm in a hurry, that's FAST.
Your walls are grey. All of them.
Actually, my walls are made of file cabinet drawers, in shades ranging from American 1970's Olive Green to Modern Beige. Though there is a healthy proportion of grey in there too, I must admit.
Doors that don't disappear confuse you.
Ten minutes without hearing a single 'Beeeeeeep!' makes you wonder what's wrong.
Ahh, horrible fond memories of being an assassin agent! It's been months since I took secretary work, and I still feel something's missing when I don't hear the BEEEEP every day.
You get violent around sunflowers.
Not violent, just extremely cautious.
The words 'pay', 'clock' and 'time off' are no longer in your vocabulary.
What is this "pay" you refer to?
The word 'lol' makes you reach for a sword.
A phaser compression rifle, actually. Or a zat gun.
You never let yourself get comfortable.
I may not be on field duty, but believe me there are dozens of ways one's comfort can be disturbed here in HQ.
You will never utter the phrase 'It's only a story' except in sarcasm.
Too many bumps and bruises for that.
You are personally acquainted with species from at least three different 'fictional' universes.
Heck, I'm from a supposedly fictional universe.
Slamming your head against a wall is a good thing.
I prefer beating myself over the head with a large book. Books are more portable.
You're not addicted to Bleeprin - you can stop any time you like.
Yep, I...*sip* can stop any time I...AUGH MARY SUE! *GLUG*
You know exactly what to do if someone comes at you with a flamethrower.
Run away, run away!
Computers are evil.
I refuse to agree to that. Mostly because I work with the computers every day, and...do you think I WANT them to gang up on me more than they already do??!
The word 'mpreg' make you twitch.
*TWITCH*
You can remember the differences between Bleeprin, Bleepka, Bleepsinthe and Bleepesteem, but the difference between work and holidays are beginning to fade.
Except for Bleepsinthe--what is that, anyway? And the Daisy says I'm on holidays every day....wait. I should trust him why?
Yelling at and hitting a piece of technology to fix it actually works.
Splendidly.
You have no idea how big your place of work actually is.
Does it matter when the size keeps changing all the time anyway, I ask you?
The sight of glitter makes you sick.
Except in Suvian sacrifices.
If Legolas runs down the corridor, you let him pass and then prepare to kill the 'Sue chasing him.
'Sue' is not just a name.
I'm sorry, what did you say? I'm afraid my brain blanked out when it heard the S-word.
'Urple' is not a typo.
Miniature firey demons are a common pet.
Mmm, yes. They're adorable, although Bashire the mini-Jem'Hadar puts them all to shame for cuteness. Me, biased?
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from PPC HQ.
Get them? Yes. Pass them on? Well, I suppose if anyone reads this....
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