* Item: Due to the above, I went for a job interview Friday, and today I found out I got the job! It'll be a new Weekend Warrior job, in addition to my fulltime-but-currently-part-time gig, and hopefully THIS one won't go bankrupt...LOL, J/K!!! No but really, it would totally screw with my head...I start this weekend and I think it'll be fun. I'm working for someone who was my boss at the ORIGINAL Weekend Warrior Job, who I like very much. So that's good.
* Dell on wheels? As I type this (with my lightning-fast index finger), a new laptop should be on its' way. SHOULD being the operative word, as I never got any dispatch information from Dell. This makes me nervous, and I e-mailed them yesterday, and will call tomorrow. Sigh.
* And finally...today I took a co-worker a rabbit as a gift. She perked up when she heard that I raise them, and offered to buy one from me, but I like her very much (she was one of MANY people I work with who were exceptionally kind during Hotter's neurological mishegas) and told her I'd just give her one. So I took it in today, but wanted to be discreet, because while gifting co-workers with smallstock isn't expressly forbidden in the Employee Handbook, I kind of doubt the answer would have been yes had I asked The Powers That Be. So I went up to my co-worker friend and said "I brought you a present!" quietly, and she muttered "rabbit?" and I nodded, and she pumped her fist excitedly. Another co-worker, who knew nothing of our agreement but had overheard, gave me a dirty look and stalked off muttering in her first language (which is not English, so I don't know what she was actually saying, just that it didn't sound good). Second Coworker continued glaring at me and muttering until I finally just asked her point-blank if I'd done something to upset her. "As a matter of fact, yes!" she snapped. "You could have asked me if I wanted a rabbit if you have a connection! I'm old but I'm not dead!" I was a little confused by the second part of her statement, but eager to make peace, and said I hadn't known she wanted a rabbit too, but I had plenty more if she did, since they breed like, well, rabbits. "BREED?!?" She looked at me like one of us was insane. I said the next litter was just six weeks old and she cut me off with "BUNNY RABBITS! Oh hell no, I don't want one of THEM. I thought you meant, you know..." and she made motions in front of her crotch and pantomimed an orgasm. "Like Sex and The City!" And then First Coworker and I died. The end.
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As George Takei would say, oh my! (in fact please say that in your head in George Takei's voice)
Posted by: Jessicadennis | August 30, 2012 at 07:14 AM
Congrats on your second job but sucks that you shouldn't have to given your nominally other FT gig. (they aren't cutting off your bennies, are they?)
Your coworkers... SO MUCH MORE FUN THAN MINE. Though maybe, I don't know, never having brought in rabbits of any variety, but I'm guessing.
Posted by: krlr | September 2, 2012 at 02:03 PM