Conversations at Work
Sunday, April 29, 2007
"Hey CFO, can we order some pizza today? Pllleeeeeaaaasse?" I usually bat my eyelashes a little bit, in hopes of increasing my chances.If really desperate, I bring the stuffed lobster that I keep on my desk, because I know CFO likes the lobster and stuffed animals are REALLY GOOD at making big, please-help-me eyes.
In this case, CFO usually takes the lobster by the claws and starts animating him.
"Hi Laura," he begins, using his high-pitched voice that is somehow supposed to represent a lobster-voice. He waves the little lobster claws around to show me that it is the lobster that is supposedly talking, not CFO. "I really love butter and pliers!"
We are a very serious office.
That said, a recent occurence with potential for drama:
Got drunk with a co-worker Friday. Then, without any explanation, woke up next to him on a couch the next morning, in some random guy's living room. Fully clothed, yet somehow, still skanky.
Also, co-worker snores. A lot.
