nose to the rolling stone
Aug. 10th, 2005 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
constanceI played hooky for a little while after lunch today. I went to eat with my office mate, and when we were finished, she said, "I don't feel like going back just yet. Want to go clothes shopping?" Well, I am easily led astray, is all; we spent the next half hour poking around clearance racks and I bought three shirts and a pair of pants I really didn't need, and now we are back and (mostly) working, and I feel better for having drifted off the map for a little while.
I'm a responsible person. I come to work early and leave late and believe it or not spend most of the time in between actually accomplishing things; in fact, I am accomplishing something right this minute in the form of a long report running. I am almost always where I should be, doing what is expected of me. And so times like this are doubly satisfying. Not only do I get half an hour of time where only one other person in the world knows where I am (and that person has an interest in Not Telling), but I get to be reminded that I am capable of this, capable of saying, "yeah, lets!" and slacking like the proverbial mofo and not feeling the least bit guilty or furtive about it. It is good for me.
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Today I went to a company meeting and was listening to the loud general talk that happens when you're settling into a meeting like this, and suddenly there was one of those lulls where the silence is going to be filled--you know it is--with someone saying the most embarrassing thing imaginable at the top of her voice. And sure enough, the VP of Operations' voice rang out: "K., do you spit or swallow?" There was a moment of stunned silence before the whole office just busted out laughing.
I leave you to decide what that conversation was about. But I will tell you that K., he is a swallower.
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Finally the news is back, and it is good. There is no active TB in our office. So I shan't need your kind offers of hankies scented with rosewater, unless you just really think I ought to have them anyway.
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ETA: If I hear Coldplay's "Speed of Sound" one more time today, I am going to summon my zombie minions to chew off Chris Martin's tongue.
I'm a responsible person. I come to work early and leave late and believe it or not spend most of the time in between actually accomplishing things; in fact, I am accomplishing something right this minute in the form of a long report running. I am almost always where I should be, doing what is expected of me. And so times like this are doubly satisfying. Not only do I get half an hour of time where only one other person in the world knows where I am (and that person has an interest in Not Telling), but I get to be reminded that I am capable of this, capable of saying, "yeah, lets!" and slacking like the proverbial mofo and not feeling the least bit guilty or furtive about it. It is good for me.
:::
Today I went to a company meeting and was listening to the loud general talk that happens when you're settling into a meeting like this, and suddenly there was one of those lulls where the silence is going to be filled--you know it is--with someone saying the most embarrassing thing imaginable at the top of her voice. And sure enough, the VP of Operations' voice rang out: "K., do you spit or swallow?" There was a moment of stunned silence before the whole office just busted out laughing.
I leave you to decide what that conversation was about. But I will tell you that K., he is a swallower.
:::
Finally the news is back, and it is good. There is no active TB in our office. So I shan't need your kind offers of hankies scented with rosewater, unless you just really think I ought to have them anyway.
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ETA: If I hear Coldplay's "Speed of Sound" one more time today, I am going to summon my zombie minions to chew off Chris Martin's tongue.
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