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Friday, 25 July
My Timing Is Peccable
I still feel crummy, but I soldiered into work today, because I HAD MADE A COMMITMENT, DAMMIT. Japanese visitor! Software demo! Must! Fulfill! Commitment! To! Offend! Visitor! I take my James T. Kirkian dramatic vows seriously, you see.
So, here I am. Wearing slacks and a linen shirt, rather than my usual garb: tattered shorts and a Nine Inch Nails t-shirt dating to 1990. Yes. I am resplendent (if unshaven; I hate shaving, as does any right-thinking person, but I'm so goddamned beautiful that it hardly matters); I am so fucking professional and put-together that lesser employees everywhere are vomiting in shame. And vomit they should! Fucking pikers. Are your shoes as glinty-black as mine? I think not. And my trousers are stupendous.
So it was with justifiable pride moments ago that I marched upstairs to the bosslady's office (lucky girl!) to discuss today's meeting with the Japanese visitor. "BOSSLADY!" I screamed importantly, "Notice that I have tucked my shirt in for today's visit! Am I not every person's desire?" I strutted and preened for her.
The Bosslady stared at me for a moment, and then said, "Ah, there must be a mistake. He's not coming here until August 25th."
I could just cry.
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At least you didn't shave.
Ha. Sucker. Come to think of it, I didn't shave either.
xoxox You suck, Most Honorable Skot. xoxox
I'm so sorry.
Always better to be underdressed than overdressed I say.
I mean, not to rub it in...
I am laughing as I sit at my desk feeling like shit and wishing I could go home!! Of course, hanging out reading blogs is nothing like being at home in my soft bed, so I really shouldn't complain. :P
Skot! Skot! I just got home from seeing Tomb Raider 2! I do not think you would like it. Rent Magnolia instead, and then write me and tell me what you think about my Magnolia theories.
Skot! I just watched Punch Drunk Love! We should hang out. I don't drink beers but I can buy some for you. It will be just like it never was.
Are you there Skot? It's me, Margret.
Skot! I am having trouble going to sleep. I am having concerns that I may one day die.
Skot! I was sleeping, and my wife thought my head felt to hot. She put a cold gell pack wrapped in a towel on my head. I slept for an hour, and now my head feels like a slurpee. Oh Skot, the midwest needs you so bad. If you came here, it would be later than it is where you are. This is almost like time travel. Do. not. fear. time. travel. Skot!
Skot, if you were to ask me what I wanted right now, I would say "an uncooked Poptart". If you (you being Skot) brought me a cooked Poptart, I would accept it graciously, cause it would be rude to do different. I would be a little sad tho.
Two words, Skot: Restraining. Order.
@Skot: I bet you left your "to-do-today"list in your shorts and that's why you got mixed up (?)
Who are you people to come between me and Skot!? Look into your hearts, and you will realize that you have done wrong with your hurty little words!
Skot, A word of advice. When serving uncooked poptarts, the cherry flavoured ones are the best at masking the flavour of arsenic. Use this information as you see fit.
Restraining orders do no good against a giant man made of metal, not that I'd try. Johnny, your Pop-Tarts will be delivered post-haste.
Aw geez, now I feel bad for hurting the giant metal man. Hey Johnny, I'll bring ya some Pop-Tarts this weekend, 'k? Don't let's fight. And please, don't crush Skot with your great metallic hugs.
Poptarts for everyone! 2 of every flavor except the smores kind cause they seem to please no one.
I'm sorry, too, Johnny. I was just teasin' 'bout the arsenic thing, anyway...
Smores poptarts are only good at camping. I don't know what that crazy "marshmellow" is supposed to be, but it sure ain't marshmellow.
Besides, Johnny is gardener, therefore there must be much good in him.
Pretty soon y'all (sweet things) will be singing "Kumbaya" around a campfire, won't you!!
Skot! Jen and I went and saw T3 last night, I give it 3 out of 3 Terminators! It is Termirrific!
In gardening news, I just ate my second ripe tomato from the garden. By the weekend, I expect 50 or so to be ready to harvest. It is an exciting time.
Thank Ghod I've got you commenting on the site, Johnny, because I'm sure not getting any writing done these days. Please keep me updated with your tomato and movie news.
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