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Sexual Harassment Panda!
Dec. 8th, 2005 10:54 pmSo I did that meme that's going around where you write the first sentence of the first post of every month of the year. It's kind of sad, actually.
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Almost every month begins with some sort of talk about work. In fact, I'd be willing to say that most of my posts have to do with work. (I was actually going to write about work tonight until I decided to do this and then figured maybe I should take a rest.) It's sad that I'm usually either wishing someone a happy something-or-other or else thinking about work. (Unless, of course, my dad is dying, in which case you have June.) I guess I /do/ spend a majority of my time and brainpower there, and I guess that's part of getting older, but dang, I need some non-work activities worth writing about. Life was more interesting when I was in school and had a million activities, social events, and other randomness.
I printed out a copy of one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatpatti's pictures of us for my office (dang, there I go with work again!) so I would have an updated picture (the one that was in there before was from Niagara Falls) and so I could test out my new printer. The printer worked beautifully and the picture was also a huge hit with my coworkers. That's nice.
Oh, forget it, I'm just going to write about work. So yesterday during an assessment, one of my coworkers called me "sweetie." Like, "Let me borrow your pen. Thanks, sweetie," or something like that. And I said, "Sweetie?" and we both started laughing - me because it was funny and her because she was embarrassed. And the poor mom of the kid was just so entirely confused. So today she is reminding me that we are also doing an assessment together tomorrow and she says, "So I'll see you tomorrow, sweetie." It's especially funny because she's a 40-something divorcee mother of two who is incredibly man-crazy (talks about men, her lack of man, hot men, sex with men) ALL THE TIME. Now I shall have to tell everyone she has the hots for me.
The other funny thing at work is that we get toys/clothes for needy kids from this organization called Cradles to Crayons. Sometimes they send us whacked out stuff. I guess Coworker Funk got this bizarro hair-clip-holder for girls - it's like a stuffed doll's head on this long stuffed post with ribbons you can clip barrettes to. But it really looks like a head on a huge stuffed dong. So I've been calling the thing "Dildo Dolly" and placing her on random people's chairs. I also have no qualms about announcing exactly where Dildo Dolly is as loud as I possibly can throughout the office.
Time to call Sexual Harassment Panda!
( Here's the info: )
Almost every month begins with some sort of talk about work. In fact, I'd be willing to say that most of my posts have to do with work. (I was actually going to write about work tonight until I decided to do this and then figured maybe I should take a rest.) It's sad that I'm usually either wishing someone a happy something-or-other or else thinking about work. (Unless, of course, my dad is dying, in which case you have June.) I guess I /do/ spend a majority of my time and brainpower there, and I guess that's part of getting older, but dang, I need some non-work activities worth writing about. Life was more interesting when I was in school and had a million activities, social events, and other randomness.
I printed out a copy of one of
thatpatti's pictures of us for my office (dang, there I go with work again!) so I would have an updated picture (the one that was in there before was from Niagara Falls) and so I could test out my new printer. The printer worked beautifully and the picture was also a huge hit with my coworkers. That's nice.Oh, forget it, I'm just going to write about work. So yesterday during an assessment, one of my coworkers called me "sweetie." Like, "Let me borrow your pen. Thanks, sweetie," or something like that. And I said, "Sweetie?" and we both started laughing - me because it was funny and her because she was embarrassed. And the poor mom of the kid was just so entirely confused. So today she is reminding me that we are also doing an assessment together tomorrow and she says, "So I'll see you tomorrow, sweetie." It's especially funny because she's a 40-something divorcee mother of two who is incredibly man-crazy (talks about men, her lack of man, hot men, sex with men) ALL THE TIME. Now I shall have to tell everyone she has the hots for me.
The other funny thing at work is that we get toys/clothes for needy kids from this organization called Cradles to Crayons. Sometimes they send us whacked out stuff. I guess Coworker Funk got this bizarro hair-clip-holder for girls - it's like a stuffed doll's head on this long stuffed post with ribbons you can clip barrettes to. But it really looks like a head on a huge stuffed dong. So I've been calling the thing "Dildo Dolly" and placing her on random people's chairs. I also have no qualms about announcing exactly where Dildo Dolly is as loud as I possibly can throughout the office.
Time to call Sexual Harassment Panda!
