(Fevered Mutterings v2 - August, 2006).
Today, to spice up my workplace and impress my colleagues, I dressed up as Aragorn.
With Anduril strapped to my side, all greasy hair, grubby leggings and faded elvish cloak, I pushed open both the doors of my department at 9am. Everyone stared.
Since then, I’ve been sat at my machine, peering out from the cowled depths of a ragged robe, grabbing the occasional wrist and hissing at the owner if he/she has seen mithrandir.
Then, at just before noon, Bob from Payroll asked me if I wanted a cup of water from the cooler. Almost without thinking I swung Anduril round and, with one fluid, sinewy movement struck his jowly, blue-stubbled, cow-eyed head from his shoulders. It bounced across a few tables and into Retention, where it landed on the lap of Hillary who does call-backs.
Now she’s gone home for the day, and everyone seems to be avoiding me.
But tomorrow I’m coming in as Gandhi, so that should smooth things over.
Image: floodllama.
You are weird! Funny but weird
That’s the great thing about reposting old content from the previous versions of this blog – I can pretend I used to be weird, but I’m not weird anymore.
(Notice the carefully-chosen word “pretend” there).
Loved this. I think I retweeted it. I tried, anyway, not sure if I was successful. Most of my tech seems to be possessed by demons today. This little bit of humor counteracted most of that, thank you…until I tried to retweet it, anyway. Sigh.
Technology notices when we’re at our most vulnerable, then breaks down. I know this for a fact.
BTW, I will not be held responsible for any “fun ideas for when you next visit the IT department” that occur to you while reading this post.
Fevered smitings…
HiiiiiiiiYA.
*lops off an advertising banner and a couple of links*
Sorry. I’ll…I’ll be ok in a minute.
I hereby change your twitter handle to @flashing_blade
*slashes a flamboyant “M” into the nearest hanging piece of cloth, and leaps out of a window onto a horse – gallops away wildly, facing backwards*
Thanks for that!
I was sitting here procrastinating. Now I am sitting here crying with laughter. That really appealed to my sick sense of humour.
Reminded me of those daydreams you often go into when watching the clock in the office