crazydiamondsue | (no subject)

Remember the great scene from "12 Monkeys" with Brad Pitt yelling, "Get out of my chair!"? That's pretty what my job is like. Except it's:
"Quit putting shit on my desk!"
"Don't reach past me to get a pen!"
"Don't pick greeting cards up off my desk and start reading the message inside! Christ!"

Can you tell I work in "higher education"? I'll have applications spread across my desk, attempting to ascertain the future these bright students might have in the exciting world of health care, and some brain trust will drop an application and supporting documentation on top of the application and supporting documentation I'm working on, causing document miscegenation. Argh!!!

And when did people stop asking if they could borrow a pen, a paperclip, a stapler - whatall - and just reach around you and grab it? I'm going to end up a lemon-puckered (not the good kind), bun-haired old bitch at the age of 34. And not just because all of the perpetrators are 19, Fred-skinny, wearing out-of-style ultra low-rise jeans and glittery half-shirts and they have ultra flat bellies and sparkly belly-button rings. Huh-uh. I've got no hidden agenda. I'd yell at the non-traditional student wearing the grey sweat pants and Ralph Wiggum t-shirt with a hole over the nipple (

stoney321 SHOUT OUT!) if they reached around me for a pen. I mean, there's good reach around and then there's strangers reading my Valentines cards (which, admittedly, I need to take down.) In closing, "Get out of my chair!"

Well, that rant was exciting, wasn't it?

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Meat on a stick.

MEAT ON A STICK, OMFG, ELEVENTY!!!!!

Where is the stick meat post, by the by?

Let me clarify the nipple hole T. Ralph Wiggam is my exercise T. The old, gnarly T from Mr. S's accountant fraternity with a dollar bill on the right side is the one with the nipple hole. On the left. Classy.

And I honor your rage with the appropriate Office Space icon.

Check. Grey shirt nipple. Ralph excercise.

Dude, Caza woke me up at 4:30 this morning with a toothache. Who says I need kids? Luckily, we went to bed at 9:00 p.m. (?) He went to 7-11 to get drugs (we brilliantly packed ours in a box marked "bathroom" which now sits in someone's garage) and I did what any sane person would do. I put Angel S4 in and watched "Deep Down" and "The House Always Wins." Then I fell asleep for another hour. Then I came to work. Caza is home, moaning about his tooth, waiting for the dentist to open. Feel free to call him and share home and garden tips, as he is no doubt lonely.

Perfect icon, btw.

Well, that rant was exciting, wasn't it?

Hee. I liked it.

I like your icon! Perfect.

Well, that rant was exciting, wasn't it?

Well I was amused, by "document miscegenation" if nothing else :>

And doubly so when I saw your icon. Hee.

I gotta admit, miscegenation made me giggle.

stoney321 made that icon for me after I lamented Sunday's slow ending. Your's ain't bad, either...

I will try not to reciprocate your rant with one of my own, except... the job which drove me out of my head, out of any interest in achieving a bourgoise liestyle, and back to cow manure and mud was one where five out of the eight employees were recent MAs; they thought nothing of coming in when I was in the middle of answering phones and doing bookkeeping (which for a distractable sort is Office Hell) and reaching across my personal space, including that portion of my personal space which I keep in an underwire, to get stamps out of my desk drawer.

These people SHOULD die.

Julia, thinking you need the "I'm going to take out your liverbones" Ralph Wiggum shirt

including that portion of my personal space which I keep in an underwire,

Okay, Julia? I'm crying with laughter. Between this and "liverbones", you've killed me. Yay!

I gotta go with Di, that underwire killed me. My office is nice and quiet today, so hopefully I can do what they pay me for - read fic!!! *briefly considers returning to family farm - remembers fear of chickens*

And when did people stop asking if they could borrow a pen, a paperclip, a stapler - whatall - and just reach around you and grab it?

When, you ask? It is because people are uncouth and these 19 year olds have parents that did not teach them shit about manners, personal space, respect, etc.

*is bitter and tightly ~~bunned~~ bun-haired at 23*

This was just an excuse to use the word 'uncouth'.

Uncouth was one of my mother's favorite words. She used couth a lot, too, which is unusual.

People? Suck.

I miss you!!! Call me! I'll be home after 5:00 (4:00 p.m. your time.)

You call me, my long distance has some wierd block thing and I can only call certain area codes. I'll be home all evening.

that'd piss me off too! Like, ASK if you want something. I HATE it when people reach across me to get something. Did their parents teach them nothing?

And when people move things around in your well-ordered mess? That's the worst too. Just because it looks like chaos doesn't mean it IS chaos. YOU know where everything is until some shithead moves things around...

Dead Like Me summed up college the best, I think: "stress and binge."

*smack stupid people for you with one arm and hugs you with the other*

Exactly! What might look like a mass of paper to one is a carefully catalogued system to someone else. Sheesh. Today should be quieter, allowing me to lurk around LJ in peace...