January 11th, 2008

My Widdle Bwain

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Conversation at work between me and yuusada's boss:


Him: What are you laughing at?

Me: I'm laughing at you.

Him: You're laughing at my Slinky (*), aren't you?

Me: Yes, I am laughing at your Slinky.

Him: Don't mock my Slinky!

Me: I think your Slinky's cute!

Him (in an appropriate tone of voice): Me too.

Me: *thinks* HR better not be listening to this conversation...


This is why, even on weeks that have been pits of annoying suckage, I still love coming in to work.



(*) The Slinky thing has been an ongoing joke between us. He likes futzing around with Slinkys while he's thinking or whatever. The noise drives me up the wall, for all that I sit a couple of rows over from him. We've achieved a truce lately, when he (in a sweet gesture toward not annoying me) switched to using a Slinky with a smaller diameter. It now makes a different noise, one which I find kind of soothing, rather than annoying. This does not prevent me from snickering when he walks around the office juggling his Slinky from one hand to the other. Hence, the above conversation.