Justin surprised me last night with a romantic evening full of flowers and tiny chocolate Lindt bunnies and delicious dinner from Whole Foods. Sweet. A lovely thing to come home to after a long day of work and class. He’s still not feeling entirely well, but at least he went to the doctor today and got medicine, and she said he’s well enough to get his gum surgery tomorrow, so that’s on. Relief.
If wishes were pirates, then a big, hairy pirate would probably swashbuckle his way over my cubicle wall to the adjoining cubicle and say:
“Arr! Ye be talking constantly on the phone, loudly, see? And it’s disturbin’ yer crewmates. And none of yer senseless jabberin’ be work-related, so stuff a moldy rag in yer pipe-hole and stop lollygaggin’ about, ye scurvy dog! A dozen calls to the residence office at yer son’s college asking how to fill out their online forms, or to hostels for price comparisons, or to yer dear ol’ Mum, ain’t appropriate behaviour when yer gettin’ paid loads of loot to swab the decks. Get back to yer post, or you’ll walk the plank!”
Except wishes *aren’t* pirates. So I guess my coworker will just persist in getting paid way more than me and making about a zillion personal calls a day. My thinking? If corporate America can adopt Japanese management principles to increase productivity, why can’t corporate Canada adopt Piratical management principles to increase productivity? Yes? Yes.
Piracy is the only option.
Note to Justin: I picked up an Eomer-in-armour and a Jack Sparrow
dollaction figure at the Snail on the weekend. Good times. 🙂They arent principles really, more like guidelines…..
-caellum
You? Marvelous.
Girl, you should get the cursed coin. It is so awesome. I want to wear mine every damn day. And if you got one, we could pay fashion-homage to the greedy and undead TOGETHER! Good times.
Apparently they have these Angel dolls – no, really, they’re dolls – in the store, from some episode I missed where Angel is played by a doll or becomes one or something. Must be from one of the later seasons. Anyway, apparently it’s flying off the shelves.
Am I missing something? Is David Boreanaz supposed to be sexy? I mean, Jack Sparrow I savvy, but really, a soft cloth vampire with a tortured soul, filled with cotton batting… it just doesn’t float my boat.
I’ll tell JVL you were in, but he’s about three hours away from mouth surgery hell, so it probably won’t sink in enough for him to comment here for about a week. Sorry!
My boss has already ordered his Angel puppet thing. (I don’t watch Angel, so am not all that squee, but I do know about the Angel puppet – mostly from other people’s icons on LJ.)
Best wishes to JVL!!
I do believe ye fancy the pirates.
So apparently the recruiting poster transformation wasn’t just off the cuff but more your attempt to interject your piratical leanings into the conversational lexicon of everyday life? Crafty ye be and crafty ye are… or arrr.
*smiles* Thanks. Usually I just get a curious look and a “yer strange”.
-caellum