At the Office
At the Office
Here I am, at work penning anything and everything to keep my mind active:
I'm thinking, write something prolific:
'Wasting one's life is like sitting in a restaurant only to discover when the lights dim and you shuffle out of the door hungry that it was self service.'
I'm so chuffed with the above that I turn the monitor around so that Windy, the girl next to me, can read and comment.
She nods her head, "that's good," she says, "but what type of restaurant is it?"
I'm doing Quasi Modo impressions of bell ringing to symbolise her less than average grey matter.
Quick as a flash I think of a joke: 'Where do undercover cops eat?' I ask her.
She spins her eyes to the ceiling, "Dun know," she replies.
" A steak house!!!"
"Why!" She says.
...I give up.
Dave, the geek king of the office, thinks I'm hogging all the limelight. He wonders over to where Windy and I are sitting. "I know a joke," he proudly voices and then shuffles back to his desk. He returns a moment later, "that's it!" He demands. "It's about Bush and Kerry, and some school kids, and all but one of the kids vote for Bush. Then there's something about parents voting, but I can't remember..." Dave returns to his desk.
Dear all, this is life [behind the scenes as it were] on the desk of Technicals. If Dave returns again I'm going to throw him the joke about Bush's own private plane called 'Air Force 1' whereas the Queen of England calls hers 'one's own Air Force' - - get it? Perhaps not.
Will write again
Hepo
Here I am, at work penning anything and everything to keep my mind active:
I'm thinking, write something prolific:
'Wasting one's life is like sitting in a restaurant only to discover when the lights dim and you shuffle out of the door hungry that it was self service.'
I'm so chuffed with the above that I turn the monitor around so that Windy, the girl next to me, can read and comment.
She nods her head, "that's good," she says, "but what type of restaurant is it?"
I'm doing Quasi Modo impressions of bell ringing to symbolise her less than average grey matter.
Quick as a flash I think of a joke: 'Where do undercover cops eat?' I ask her.
She spins her eyes to the ceiling, "Dun know," she replies.
" A steak house!!!"
"Why!" She says.
...I give up.
Dave, the geek king of the office, thinks I'm hogging all the limelight. He wonders over to where Windy and I are sitting. "I know a joke," he proudly voices and then shuffles back to his desk. He returns a moment later, "that's it!" He demands. "It's about Bush and Kerry, and some school kids, and all but one of the kids vote for Bush. Then there's something about parents voting, but I can't remember..." Dave returns to his desk.
Dear all, this is life [behind the scenes as it were] on the desk of Technicals. If Dave returns again I'm going to throw him the joke about Bush's own private plane called 'Air Force 1' whereas the Queen of England calls hers 'one's own Air Force' - - get it? Perhaps not.
Will write again
Hepo