I have a love/hate relationship with my job
I have a makeshift voice amplification device at my desk. Some bullshit corporate-sponsored hoo-ha resulted in everyone at the center getting these vaguely cone-shaped trinkets that could be used as megaphones but for the fact that they've got little plastic what's-its covering the narrow ends. So it will stand, I guess. Maybe. I don't know.
I removed that little plastic what's-it and use it to make myself louder on a regular basis.
So today, I'm sitting around and playing with it. I've got it at the ready. I'm just trying to think of something entertaining to say, and planning on broadcasting it, pretty much. But nothing work-appropriate (meaning: just barely not able to get me fired) is coming to mind. When what should Michelle say, but, "Jeez, it's getting hot in here."First thing in my mind: "It's getting hot in here, so TAKE OFF EVERY ZIG! FOR GREAT JUSTICE!"
Second thing in my mind: Nobody who can hear this will get it.
What I did: Sat in my chair, grinning like an idiot and giggling like a school-girl for no apparent reason.
Son of a bitch.
I got the e-mail from EA letting me pick my free game. I got to pick from a list, which contained roughly the following: Rock Band (software only), some Harry Potter game I don't care about, the new Simpsons game, the latest C&C game, Need for Speed: Pro Street (which actually interested me) for everything but the 360 (which no longer interest me), a dumb game made by dumb people who don't realize that it's dumb to deliberately defy our dumb but long-standing naming conventions, and like a million sports games. I knew I didn't want any of the sports games, but the problem was that I didn't really want anything else on the list, either. So I let Bob pick one (NFS:PS for the PS3, as it happened), and that's his payment for driving me to and from work every day. Costs me nothing, gets him something cool. I see this as a win-win situation here.
But now somebody - I don't know who, but somebody - is going to have to pay their own actual money to get The Orange Box into my hands. It will be mine. Oh, yes, it will be mine.
I removed that little plastic what's-it and use it to make myself louder on a regular basis.
So today, I'm sitting around and playing with it. I've got it at the ready. I'm just trying to think of something entertaining to say, and planning on broadcasting it, pretty much. But nothing work-appropriate (meaning: just barely not able to get me fired) is coming to mind. When what should Michelle say, but, "Jeez, it's getting hot in here."First thing in my mind: "It's getting hot in here, so TAKE OFF EVERY ZIG! FOR GREAT JUSTICE!"
Second thing in my mind: Nobody who can hear this will get it.
What I did: Sat in my chair, grinning like an idiot and giggling like a school-girl for no apparent reason.
Son of a bitch.
I got the e-mail from EA letting me pick my free game. I got to pick from a list, which contained roughly the following: Rock Band (software only), some Harry Potter game I don't care about, the new Simpsons game, the latest C&C game, Need for Speed: Pro Street (which actually interested me) for everything but the 360 (which no longer interest me), a dumb game made by dumb people who don't realize that it's dumb to deliberately defy our dumb but long-standing naming conventions, and like a million sports games. I knew I didn't want any of the sports games, but the problem was that I didn't really want anything else on the list, either. So I let Bob pick one (NFS:PS for the PS3, as it happened), and that's his payment for driving me to and from work every day. Costs me nothing, gets him something cool. I see this as a win-win situation here.
But now somebody - I don't know who, but somebody - is going to have to pay their own actual money to get The Orange Box into my hands. It will be mine. Oh, yes, it will be mine.