Mar 17, 2009 19:45
Manager lingering by desk: "...when is this tour over, and when are you coming back into the office?"
Me: "Huh?"
Manager: "Yeah, when are McFly back home in their own beds and your brain back in your own head?"
Me: "Oh. My brain is always in Lisa's head though."
Manager: "...and where is Lisa's own brain?"
Me: "Well, you know Dougie right?"
My workplace are big fans of me. No I swear, they are. They do all wave rather enthusiastically when I leave for the bus in the evening though.
Occupational Health across the road sent me an email later today as well, telling me we had to do a follow up session on the allergic reaction I had to some crisps in the lunch meeting (why on earth would you have crisps(!) in a lunch meeting you ask, well... who the fuck knows! Frying oil is NOT a food group) the other week. Pam also said that I should be free that day - because she'd checked ticketmaster and McFly were not playing anywhere in the UK nor anywhere in Western Europe.
Damn it. I don't know if I should be worried or not. Everyone in a multi corp, huge ass, world dominating company gets sarcastic emails from Occupational Health regarding their "I can't, I have a McGig" habits, right?
fail,
mcfly,
work