The Truth Is Out
Mar. 31st, 2003 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianThey've found me out.
We were having a conversation this afternoon about this woman whose name I don't know who keeps barging into the office and rooting around like she owns the place with no respect for territoriality. I finally figured out that this was why the woman annoys me so much -- I guess I have a territorial aspect that outclasses most plains cats. And out of the blue, Julie made a comment about me coming into work bearing a Kalashnikov (probably spelling it wrong, but wtf). At which point, she thought about it and stated that she actually could see me with a rifle strapped across my back, bearing ammo clips and Kevlar. In short, I'm now the office psycho. Loveable, weird-in-the-good-way psycho, but psycho nonetheless. I'm apparently the one who is most likely to start up her own Amazon tribe where the men are kept in cages and used as sex toys -- the good-looking arseholes, anyway.
My statement on the matter was something along the lines of, "I'm going to tell my friends about this conversation. And their only comment will be along the lines of 'It took them six months to figure that out?'. They've known about me for years."
In short, it was a good laugh this afternoon. Better than this morning, when we were all afflicted with a bad case of the Monday Mornings and were barely speaking to each other. Part of that was my inability to get to sleep last night until some Godforsaken hour of the morning. I must have got some sleep, though, no matter how I feel just now, because I got e-mail from Nakanaide saying that he tried to ring this morning but got no reply. Of course, I had the ringer volume on low and the phone was in another room, so I might not have heard it even if I was awake.
I think peppermint tea and a hot bath is in order tonight pre-bed. The amount of caffeine I've intaken today (cola first thing and three cups of very strong coffee since), I'm not going to go to sleep without some kind of relaxation aid. And given how wrecked I felt this morning, a Louisville Slugger could be employed for the purpose and I wouldn't care.
We were having a conversation this afternoon about this woman whose name I don't know who keeps barging into the office and rooting around like she owns the place with no respect for territoriality. I finally figured out that this was why the woman annoys me so much -- I guess I have a territorial aspect that outclasses most plains cats. And out of the blue, Julie made a comment about me coming into work bearing a Kalashnikov (probably spelling it wrong, but wtf). At which point, she thought about it and stated that she actually could see me with a rifle strapped across my back, bearing ammo clips and Kevlar. In short, I'm now the office psycho. Loveable, weird-in-the-good-way psycho, but psycho nonetheless. I'm apparently the one who is most likely to start up her own Amazon tribe where the men are kept in cages and used as sex toys -- the good-looking arseholes, anyway.
My statement on the matter was something along the lines of, "I'm going to tell my friends about this conversation. And their only comment will be along the lines of 'It took them six months to figure that out?'. They've known about me for years."
In short, it was a good laugh this afternoon. Better than this morning, when we were all afflicted with a bad case of the Monday Mornings and were barely speaking to each other. Part of that was my inability to get to sleep last night until some Godforsaken hour of the morning. I must have got some sleep, though, no matter how I feel just now, because I got e-mail from Nakanaide saying that he tried to ring this morning but got no reply. Of course, I had the ringer volume on low and the phone was in another room, so I might not have heard it even if I was awake.
I think peppermint tea and a hot bath is in order tonight pre-bed. The amount of caffeine I've intaken today (cola first thing and three cups of very strong coffee since), I'm not going to go to sleep without some kind of relaxation aid. And given how wrecked I felt this morning, a Louisville Slugger could be employed for the purpose and I wouldn't care.