Lending Voice to Thoughts

Icka!: And somehow the discussion went from one of the coworkers not clocking out for lunch, to the fact that the supervisor collects his toenail clippings, to dildos, to lesbians watching lesbian porn. And that's in less than 10 minutes.

Jo: Dude, what kind of work environment do you work in? XP

Icka!: We work with the military.

Icka!: "When I grew up, my folks just didn't dance."
Elinor: "Pfft. They could dance if they want to."
Icka!: "They could leave their friends behind?"
Elinor: "Well, if their friends don't dance."
Icka!: "And if they don't dance?"
Elinor: "Then they're no friends of mine."
*Icka! and Elinor glance around the office, then Elinor silently steps back and walks away*

Icka!: How's your day going?
Megs: Good. How are you?
Icka!: Pretty good. Supervisor just walked by with his fingers turning blue in a hangman's noose.
Megs: o.O
Icka!: His fingers committed suicide.
Megs: You sure you don't work in a newsroom?
Icka!: We're dealing with the US Air Force. It's enough to make anyone daffy.

Last week was... Interesting.

There are 4 of us who answer the phones. One has been out with wrist surgery for a week, and may or may not be back on Monday.
One's been stuffy and hacking up a lung for over week, and finally went to the doctor on Wednesday with bronchitis which turned had into pneumonia by Friday.

Which leaves just two of us. To make things MORE fun.... the number of orders increased.

This has been a -quiet- weekend, thank you very much. Tomorrow's gonna be... Um. Yeah. ^^;;

On the upside, I got a LOT of writing done this weekend!

Was just checking out my calendar and found something kind of amusing. I'm home the 24-26 of this month. The entire rest of May... is housesitting. *laughs* And then none until the 4th of July!

Also, thinking of getting a shorter SCA e-mail address, since my current one is 27 characters, not including the @ or .com
Yasha.Poisoner, Yasha.Nomad or Yasha.SCA?

Anyway. Writing:
Hawai'i Five-0 / Due South - Insane Partners (and the sane ones who keep them alive)
DC/MK [Rooftop Conversations] - The Stars, the Sun, and what they did with the Moon, Part One. (wip warning)

‎*C comes into the office, holding an order and giving Icka a look like she messed up.*
Icka!: "I'M AT LUNCH!!!!"
*Icka throws her hands into the air, flails, laughs manically, and runs out of the back office into the lobby, passing Elinor and a customer.*
*Elinor and customer trade looks. Elinor shrugs.*
Elinor: "-It's Tuesday."

And thus set the theme for the day at work.

After work, the bus driver asked if I was "a fortune-telling gypsy person". I admitted to being a bit of a gypsy-nomad, but not to the fortune telling. ~_^

Sean and I caught up on our shows, watching Transformers Prime. Scraplets are too cute, if deadly, although I wonder about where all the mass they devour goes to.
Wheeljack's appearance.... Okay. First off, where's the whole 'STAND BACK! I'M GOING TO TRY SCIENCE!" thing? Buttkicking is nice though.
On the other hand, you have Arcee asking Bulkhead who his boyfriend is when they first make radio contact with Wheeljack and Bulkhead doesn't deny it. And there is gratuitous glomping. And cute nicknames. And looks.
.... Ladies and Gentlebots, I think we have a canon bot pairing. ._.

Staying up way to late watching Trolljegeren, 'The Troll Hunter'. It's a Norwegian mockumentary on the existence of Trolls in Norway.
-This. Is. AWESOME.
For one thing, the mythology. From what I can remember of my Troll myths, it's RIGHT. As well as how to counter them. And the explosions are great!
It's a bit slow at parts, the ending was a bit abrupt, but I wanna watch it again. Completely satisfying. *purr*

So I woke up this morning with a head injury.

One of the kittens had managed to knock my grandmother's button box (an old cookie tin full of buttons and various sewing supplies) off the shelves beside my bed and onto my forehead in the middle of the night last night.

It hurts, so therefore obviously I cannot resist poking it. ^^;; And it's finally starting to change colours. I'm hoping for a nice purple, but a good green will make me happy too. ^_^

But somehow, I don't think this is what is meant by 'Pet Abuse'.

Work's been fun. Last Friday, Caller ID popped up with a 'Lacy DeBra' and I laughed so hard one of the other girls had to take it.
... The caller was a guy, with a deep booming voice.

Then there was the guy from 'North Pole, Alaska. Tried not to giggle, but it slipped out a little and the guy informed me that he lives right next to Santa Claus. And if I laugh, he'll tell Santa on me and I'll get nothing for Christmas.
Managed to hold it together until after I hung up.
~M'getting nothing for Christmas... ^^;;

Today had the first time running across someone with my same last name.
And then a second one, less than an hour later. o_O

The 'Victoria', who I off-handedly commented sounded like a 'Victor' when passing the call along to the intended recipient.
Um. Lady is a Dude. Named Victoria. Yeah. Dunno.

And the Call Sign of the Week thus far is "VOLTRON".
Told him that I was gonna laugh if I got home and my brother was watching that. He was confused until I informed him that we're both Mecha fans, in which case he was relieved, but confused, that I got the reference.

Last week had the guy whose last name is 'English'. His call sign? 'BAD ENGLISH'. ^__^

So apparently my wearing green lipstick makes it look like I have, quote, 'Given a blowjob to Papa Smurf'.

Just had to share that mental image. ^___^

Also, today is Viscous Giraffe Awareness Day. So Beware of Gelatinous Camelopards!!!!

*Icka zombie staggers around the kitchen, cookie half in mouth*
*Icka stares blankly at nothing for a while*
*someone farts*
Icka!: ".... hee hee hee hee"
Micah: "You're twelve."
*Icka giggles*
*Micah giggles*
Micah: "I'm twelve!"

So, Bodies is over, new job is on. Titanic starts in 2 weeks.

New job is taking telephone orders. Thought it was local, then I took 3 phone calls from Germany. And one in Afghanistan. Yeah. Worldwide.

Squee of the day was from a guy who lives on 'Inverness St'. Just like Sherlock's coat. Apparently, I was the first one to ever get that. Muwahahaha.

The thing I'm having trouble wrapping my head around is that the fact the boss really doesn't care what we do as long as the phones are answered when they ring. It's so far out of my mindset that I'm still boggling.

Literally. Anything. I had nothing to do yesterday, so folded lots of itty bitty origami cranes out of pieces colourful used scrap paper. And then strung them on some broken white-out film into a chain that's now hanging as decoration.

Boss walked over and looked at it. "I can't believe I paid you to do that."
Me: "Yeah. Neither can I."