Yay, I'm a Llama!
This, in case you're wondering, is my job. (Also the reason I came in at 6:30am when I was scheduled to come in at 10am, and oh geeze I'd kind of like to not make a habit of doing 12.5 hour days...) BUT! Out of all the pain and misery (and the blisters on my fingertips from wielding a box cutter knife for hours) comes this:
I personally cut out 3/4ths of what you see here. Knocked out 7 goats and a pig in two hours.
Larry, who instigated the picture taking.
Wayne, demonstrating that these are NOT small Llamas.
Can haz nap nao?
Edit - the entire menagerie is currently decorating my boss' boss' office, which we stealth attacked while she was out at lunch. We're waiting for the reaction when she gets back (and in the meantime I guess if the rightful client comes down and asks where their llamas and goats are I'm supposed to tell them that they're being used in a practical joke...)
I personally cut out 3/4ths of what you see here. Knocked out 7 goats and a pig in two hours.
Larry, who instigated the picture taking.
Wayne, demonstrating that these are NOT small Llamas.
Can haz nap nao?
Edit - the entire menagerie is currently decorating my boss' boss' office, which we stealth attacked while she was out at lunch. We're waiting for the reaction when she gets back (and in the meantime I guess if the rightful client comes down and asks where their llamas and goats are I'm supposed to tell them that they're being used in a practical joke...)