This means I'm bored, cold, and lonely.
Yes I'm getting my work done too but I can stop to take a break. I don't smoke anymore so I'm not getting all the breaks like they do but I certainly don't miss freezing my fingers off to go puff on a butt. Nor do I miss the stench but since half the site smokes so I constantly get a reminder whiff.
Today I'm just going to share some pictures of things that amuse me.
Did I tell you that I moved offices before the 6 weeks off? I HAVE A FUCKING WINDOW!!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. You really don't understand what that means to me.
One thing is that I could start growing our Mini-Me's.
|I'm the one holding the massive diamond on the right of course.|
Oh and that's my new office mate who I shall call GingerMate. We mash well and he does stuff like turns on my PC before I arrive and waters my Mini-Me's if I'm not around. So I try not to blast him out with any Slipknot/ICP/Five Finger Death Punch/Tom Jones when we're working. I'm respectful like that.
|That's right...that's my window.|
So you remember at my previous job what my shitty ass cubicle desk looked like?
It didn't look like that all the time. I was in the process of cleaning every thing out and packing as it was my last couple days. Still it was cramped, cluttered yet always cleaned and dusted.
Now I have more space!
Ok...so it really didn't make a difference. I have more room so now I have more stuff. Hey, I'm comfy and I have moose that are constantly performing dirty sex acts all around the office. Dirtay meeses.
One other addition to my desk is something that I did a post about. When I returned from our 6 glorious weeks off this was on my desk.
How awesome is that?!?!?!?
I mean look...he's pooping paperclips.
One thing I'm mad about is that my mini-me has a bald spot. Totally unrealistic guys..c'mon. It should be Manfriends mini-me.
|Asshole Bald Spot.|
At least Mini-Manfriend's eyeballs kept falling off so I got to do this to it:
I love how his eyes are all squinty around the office tack I jammed into his forehead. Speaking of which, I sent him an email demanding he buy me Magicka and download it during the day while the intertube traffic is slow at camp. The blame for this falls on Drake and his damn reviews. Thanks a lot buddy. You enabler you.
Also the fact that The Witcher game I devoted so much time to and neglected the blogsphere for....is FUCKING GLITCHED. I absolutely can not get to the final chapter without going wayyyyyyyyyyy back and trying another method. It's too soon and I too raw to go that far back. Fuckity!
*Whew* Had to take a step back there. I was getting all worked up. Sorry aboot that. Just kidding. I say about and don't know anyone except East Coast Canadians that pronounce it 'Aboot'. Mind you, they have a whole new type of special English that I don't care to adopt. No hard feelings ok?
Getting back on track here, on our last long drive from Ft. McKay to Calgary we finally got to stop at this fine establishment in Wandering River.
If you look to the far right on the roof you'll see the red lettering, "BAR." The first time I saw that I practically begged him to stop. It was a no go...every time we passed by. For some reason I love going to the dingiest, possibly dangerous, dives. I eat that shit up. He just doesn't have the flare adventure that I do. I know right? Fortunately someone we work with stopped there and said it really wasn't that bad. Keep in mine, this coworker/friend is a clean cut redneck who's BlackBerry Messenger is a dead, bloody, dear in the back of his truck. Right.
This place is a gem. Comes complete with it's 60 year old, questionable hygienic owners. Granted it's 11am but come on lady, what's with the dirty jogging suit? At least wash and bedazzle that shit.
One thing that was odd was there were signs all about stating, "No CAMERAS." They didn't say anything about phones with cameras....or no pictures.
We were ninja. Ok, not really. They served us our beer & Smirnoff Ice (wasn't taking a chance on drinking out of a glass there) and disappeared.
He has pictures of the other end of the bar where there's a shit ton of dead animals. There were marble accusatory eyes staring at you from every direction. Since he's being a hungover pussy (I say that with love honey), I'll have to get them later.
We were hungry but not THAT hungry so we passed on the small deep friend menu. I'm sure it was safe as their bathrooms were very clean. Hey, good test of measure when you are going to eat in an establishment is check how clean the bathrooms are. It's generally a good indication on how clean the kitchen is. I learned that from a Health Inspector.
Besides the bathroom being clean they were well supplied.
|I didn't have a looney aka $1 (for you yankees) so no wild things for me.|
|Check out that old school table hockey to the left.|
One finally thing before I get back to it. People are doing the "Biggest Loser Challenge," at work. I'm not because I didn't feel like throwing away $100 but I do enjoy the warfare that is currently going on and tend to partake here and there. (I am the one who has candy/chocolates on her desk all the time.) Yesterday GingerMate got one of our guys to pick up a bread maker and supplies in town. We set it to have fresh baked bread at 6am this morning so the office trailer was wafting with the sweet odor of fresh baked bread. To top it off, we placed that yummy goodness right at the front along with whipped butter and jam packets.
They stood their ground for about an hour and a half then *POOF* it was like a cackle of hyenas going after a lame water buffalo.
Then there was none.
I'm going score some cinnamon and we're going to bake up a sugar cinnamon loaf tomorrow morning. We're assholes like that.