February 6th, 2006
|02:23 pm - Current Music: Moxy Früvous -- I Love My Boss|
I'm not actually listening to Moxy Früvous right now because I'm at work and am restricted to the music on my MP3 player. I do love my boss, however, or at least, I appreciate the fact that she has a good sense of humor.
While we were sitting in Country Kitchen in the wee-hours of Sunday morning, the topic of conversation somehow turned to the song Pac Man Fever. On a whim I whipped out my cell phone and left a message on my boss' voicemail:
Hi Karen. This is Colin. I'm calling to let you know I won't be in today. I've got the Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie-Woogie Flu, and a case of Pac Man Fever. With any luck I'll be in on Tuesday. I'll talk to you later. Bye.I don't know how your boss would have handled this, but mine forwarded the message back to me, and preceded it with a short message of her own:
Colin? Karen. I got this message when I came in on Monday. I want you to listen to it and try to lie more convincingly next time.She really didn't expect me to come in.
We have a dry-erase board in our department which is used to announce absences, schedule changes, etc. When I arrived at work this morning, it read:
Sue out @ 1:30
Colin for sure out with:
- Rockin' pneumonia
- Boogie woogie flue
- PacMan fever
Of course, this isn't half as funny as what I wrote on the board last Thursday. I'd taken Friday off for B-Fest and my boss had written "Colin out" on the board just before she left. I fixed it so that it read, "Colin: out. Hot pants: in." That's comedy gold, that is.
But I digress. I mention all of this because suddenly this afternoon I feel under the weather. I have a headache, my neck is stiff, and my eyes are sore. I got a good night's sleep and felt fine up until about an hour ago, so there's no easily-traced physiological reason for me to feel like this. I thought some caffeine might help my headache, but (being a not consistently bright person) I decided to have some of the AEG's coffee. Astute readers of this journal will remember that I hate flavored coffee and declared that I would never drink it again.
Today's flavor is "Carmel Candy" and it's so pungent that it's made my headache worse. I could take the rest of the day off, but I'm not going to because I'm pretty sure I'm fine. Still, this afternoon will probably be a little rough.
Current Mood: Not fantastic
Current Music: The Dark Crystal soundtrack, das über-edition
My dad offered me some kind of coffee Christmas blend as we enjoyed a few episodes of the George Reeves Superman TV show (talk about comedy gold; some of those episodes are downright charing in their camp). It tasted like every foul burning thing I ever left on the stove too long... except in liquid form. I suddenly understand why the oldschool coffee lovers bemoan the current state of affairs, where everything is a "heavy" roast -- literally burned. I'll stick to coacoa beans, I think.
I think my bosses have pretty good senses of humor, but for some reason I'm under they impression they think I don't. I have no ide why that is.
You know what? I think that particular unpleasant Christmas blend is actually popular with my coworkers. I hate that stuff. Denis Leary has a rant on his album Lock & Load which is simply entitled Coffee, and is a perfect (if overly pissed-off) summation of my opinion of coffee that tastes like anything other than plain, black coffee.
Denis Leary overly-pissed off? Now that is a scary thought.
Do you work for those guys or are you just found of their logo? I love that logo.
|Date:||February 7th, 2006 04:26 pm (UTC)|| |
Whose is it?
Colin, help me with this. Charlie's company is the one that makes SpermWear, but I can't remember the name of the company off the top of my head. Do you happen to know?
|Date:||February 7th, 2006 07:47 pm (UTC)|| |
Sadly I don't recall, and I'm not sure I want to get caught searching for it at work. Either way though, it's a great logo.
Yes, I work for the company, it's called Minitube (and this is Charlie, btw :)
|Date:||February 6th, 2006 09:18 pm (UTC)|| |
i want bosses like that. well, really, just dry-erase board fun like that.
Yeah... Remember when I used to write clever things on the board we had at Washburn Street? I really miss that. Being clever, I mean.
|Date:||February 7th, 2006 07:26 am (UTC)|| |
i miss the cheaper rent, and free laundry, and a better parking, and... well, i miss more than you being clever. how about i leave it at that?
Two simple words: Früvous RULES!
Dude, don't you like anything that sucks?
Well, anything that I like that sucks, you would also like.
I don't think Colin would exactly care to be sucked by a perverted man in bad makeup....
you forgot Space Invader's Wrist...
I've never heard of that ailment, but I can totally see how one would get it.
Space Invaders Wrist was the name for Carpal Tunnel back in the 80s...
I wouldn't take a day off over it, but I've got a wicked Soul Callous
your boss is cool, hope you're feeling better. We've got to go to Mother Fools sometime soon. :)