Tonight at work, Jasper finally brought in his Force FX lightsaber that he got for half off. (Now this is interesting—earlier, while writing in Word, I discovered that it automatically capitalizes the word “Mudblood”—but it doesn’t recognize the word “lightsaber”. Weird.) We turned out the lights and were playing with it (this sounds so dirty…*sigh*). It was most awesome. It was Anakin’s lightsaber, so it was blue and so pretty. I was describing to Cortney how it lights up gradually, like it’s actually igniting, and she said, “That’d be really cool if it had sound effects, too.” And I pointed out that it does.
“It makes a sound when you swing it,” I said. “Well—no, it’s always humming, but when you swing it around, it purrs.” I just liked that line and found it funny after I thought about it, so I had to make note of it here.
Speaking of work, I have more stories again.
First of all (and this is mainly for Tinny, because you’ll find it as shocking as all the rest of us did), Jackie was fired. (That’s not the shocking part.) The shocking part of that is that she allegedly bitched at Caroline, who then shoved her against the wall…!? So then Jackie threatened Scot in some way, and threatened to send in the cops to arrest Caroline…and she was fired. Caroline…little old friendly grandmother Caroline…none of us could picture it.
This, also, will mainly amuse Tinny. There’s this new guy who washes dishes—Eric—and we were trying to remember his name tonight, and I said, “Bob, it took you almost a whole year to learn Teshura’s name.” (I never call you Tinny around him, because I don’t want to confuse him.)
He got this huge, sheepish grin on his face and said, “Why do you say that?”
I said, “You never said her name—it was always, ‘Hey, Ginny—and you, too!’ or, ‘Hey, Ginny, you and your friend come over here and do this,’ or…” and here he interrupted. His face was rather red, and he still had the sheepish grin on his face, and he said, “You guys noticed that?”
“Yeah, Bob, we noticed…we were always joking about it.” I laughed.
“Yeah, I’m bad with names,” he said. “Hers was a hard one—I didn’t get it until right before she left, even!”
“Oh, trust me…we noticed,” I said, still laughing.
I love the philosophical conversations/arguments we have at work sometimes, too. Like, tonight, for example: We were cleaning up after everything, and Steve said, “Sometimes I wish I was Samantha from Bewitched; then I could just wiggle my nose and everything would be clean already.”
I said, “Or Jeannie from I Dream of Jeannie; then you could just bonk your head, and it’d be done.”
So then we started trying to name all the fictional characters we could think of who could get the cafeteria cleaned faster than we could. Among them were: Yoda, Darth Vader, Superman, the Genie (from Aladdin), Tinker Bell, Mary Poppins, Elliot (Pete’s dragon), Harry Potter (well, really Hermione, but I didn’t know if Steve would know who that was), Ursula (from The Little Mermaid)…and…oh, I feel like there are lots more I’m forgetting….
But the point was, Steve trumped us all by saying, “No one beats this: Mickey Mouse when he’s the little magician guy.”
We all oohed and ahhed, but then I pointed out that he didn’t really get anything cleaned faster; he just had help. And besides that, the “help” took it way overboard and just got him in deep shit.
Just a brief amusing story: Yesterday at school, I was in the library writing for about an hour and a half before stepping out into the dazzling sunshine. So I was all in that mindset of turning all of my thoughts and actions into 3rd person.
I went digging in my purse for my sunglasses, but instead of thinking, Where are my sunglasses?, my actual thought process was, Where were her sunglasses? I just…think that’s funny. Haha.
And it’s late and I’m tired now, so I’m just going to post this for now.