"Hey guys," Jen called to the staff when she got in, "who wants cookies? Freshly baked!"

They yelped and scattered, citing various inane excuses about diets and allergies and newly-sworn religious vows, much to Jen's amusement. More cookies for her, then -- it wasn't her fault that they'd assumed she meant the cookies had been freshly baked by ( Read more... )

Tyler was Not Looking at Ghanima as everyone gathered for Fight Club. Wednesday had been fun, but he mostly felt like the whole encounter was some bizarre dream ( Read more... )

Jen had to kick in the back door when she got to work this morning; her key worked just fine, but someone was blocking it somehow. That was how she discovered that the delivery guy and the cook had a thing going . . . and then took a moment to giggle to herself about finding this out because of the whole back door thing ( Read more... )

Considering that the majority of the club had probably worked off a good amount of aggression against their reptile friends the other day, Ghanima was pleased to see how many people actually showed up. "Good evening," she said cheerily. "Nice to see no one got eaten by the fish ( Read more... )

It was peaceful today. Quiet, even, but Jen was used to the odd quiet that tended to come after insanely fighty days ( Read more... )

Jen hadn't heard the radio broadcast yet, no. The quizzical looks she kept giving the kitchen guys whenever they passed by and snickered were a pretty strong hint at that.

Sometimes it was nice to be blissfully ignorant. Never tell her that.

Today's Specials
Bacon Double Cheeseburger Pizza
Spicy Taco Pizza
Avocado Chicken PizzaJen looked at the ( Read more... )

Dinah still had "So What" stuck in her head from yesterday. When she didn't have the Darkest Night theme kicking in. Singing to the flowers was supposed to help them grow, right? So in between feeding and watering them, there was an impromptu concert going on ( Read more... )

When people trickled in today, they'd find only Ghanima in the gym and no Tyler in sight ( Read more... )

Jen still wasn't done with that pile of paperwork, no, and she was starting to suspect she was going to be stuck going through it until it was actually time for her to leave. How many places did you have to sign and initial, anyway? And seriously, paper? It wasn't like she was going back to 3000, but you'd think by the point in the future she ( Read more... )

It was all shaping up to be a good day at work, so far -- none of the interior surfaces had spontaneously decided to sprout foodstuffs, the soda fountain was being normal, all the canned goods were stacked as they should be.

It was nice.

With that in mind, Jen was going through yet more paperwork for the upcoming job (this was getting ridiculous ( Read more... )