My View...
What's wrong with today (sorry, no politics at the moment) via
Me: So, today's Thursday... that's good.
Self: Ah, no, check the calendar, it's Wednesday.
Me: Right, so Thursday... means it's almost Friday. Isn't that NaNo write-up meet up something or other tonight?
Self: No, it's Wednesday, the meet up is tomorrow.
Me: I thought they were meeting on Thursdays and Sundays?
Self: They are.
Me: It's Thursday today.
Self: No, it's Wednesday.
Me: Right, so it's Thursday... so why isn't TH here at work? Isn't Thursday his GSI day?
Self: Yes, it is, but today is only Wednesday.
Me: Really? Hmm... can't be... so what time is it?
Self: Around 9 am.
Me: Uh... not according to the clock...
Self: Really, oh, I see. So... nearer 11:15 am, that means it's almost lunch time.
Me: Right, so can I have my cookie now?
Self: You ate your cookie already.
Me: No.... I did?
Self: Yes, check the trash can for the wrapper.
Me: Damn. I want a cookie.
Self: There are apples in the staff kitchen place.
Me: Want cookie.
Self: Well you ate your cookies already.
Me: Fine. Wanna go home.
Self: Well yes, but we can't.
Me pouts
Self tries to get the time deal straightened out.
Now are you glad you don't live in here?
Me: So, today's Thursday... that's good.
Self: Ah, no, check the calendar, it's Wednesday.
Me: Right, so Thursday... means it's almost Friday. Isn't that NaNo write-up meet up something or other tonight?
Self: No, it's Wednesday, the meet up is tomorrow.
Me: I thought they were meeting on Thursdays and Sundays?
Self: They are.
Me: It's Thursday today.
Self: No, it's Wednesday.
Me: Right, so it's Thursday... so why isn't TH here at work? Isn't Thursday his GSI day?
Self: Yes, it is, but today is only Wednesday.
Me: Really? Hmm... can't be... so what time is it?
Self: Around 9 am.
Me: Uh... not according to the clock...
Self: Really, oh, I see. So... nearer 11:15 am, that means it's almost lunch time.
Me: Right, so can I have my cookie now?
Self: You ate your cookie already.
Me: No.... I did?
Self: Yes, check the trash can for the wrapper.
Me: Damn. I want a cookie.
Self: There are apples in the staff kitchen place.
Me: Want cookie.
Self: Well you ate your cookies already.
Me: Fine. Wanna go home.
Self: Well yes, but we can't.
Me pouts
Self tries to get the time deal straightened out.
Now are you glad you don't live in here?
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(Anonymous) 2005-11-09 10:44 am (UTC)(link)And not only because Friday is pay day...
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