Friday Happy Dances
It's Friday! ::happy dancing around office:: Did I mention that 50% of my office isn't here? Happy day... Happy Friday... The annoying little Bronx boy isn't in until noon-ish. One sweet-usually-hides-in-his-office dude is off getting married and then on his honeymoon. One big-loud-rarely-here dude (who is leaving the company soon - again) is working from home. The Boss never works in the office on Fridays. The VP I do expenses for is out of the office at meetings. The CFO is still on vacation until Monday. Our Media department is here, but they tend to hide out in Media doing media things. We only have two interns now and one is running late today. Two of the Staff Assistants are traveling; one for business, one for pleasure.
Basically, the office is half empty... fewer complainers! Yeah!
Basically, the office is half empty... fewer complainers! Yeah!
posted by Raina Nathair | 9:36 AM
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Sounds like you're in for a relaxing day, good for you.
My day? Went swimmingly. Enough work to keep myself occupied, yet not so much that I blew out my hand... again.
Awesome.
Well, I got tagged to order lunch for some of us, but only 4 of us ordered so it wasn't bad.
Was lamenting to one of the girls in accounting that the last five or six times we had ordered Chinese, I had gotten the same thing, Kung Pao Beef. Well, she liked the sound of that and went for it but with chicken.
I broke down and ordered Beef and Broccoli instead. Go me!
P.S. You forgot to turn off invisible again.
::feeling around in the internet ether:: Witchy?
Mesa sooooo sowwy... Can ya see me now?
Yes, good Witchy.
Now, what's on today's plans to take over the world?
I'm all Friday giddy, hard to focus...
::Squints eyes::
Oh yeah, every three day is Friday! Can't we use that in out bid to take over? Abolish Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. We'll keep Friday, Saturday and Sunday...
Um... then no work would get done. We need to have industry continue. Who would build our bases?
Friday comes every three days, remember? Besides, it's not like we can abolish said days right off of bat, there needs to be careful planning to make that happen. In the meantime, our bases are being built!
::Duh!::
oh... yeah... ok...
Let's get right on that... after the mind-control drugs and the mind-reading machine. Teehee.
Puhleezee! Like I haven't already started several drafts of that proposal... Sheesh!
::Starts lobbing huge binders in Kiri's general direction::
Here, take a look!
::ducks, dives, rolls, orders Tony to step in the way::
Jeez, stop with the throwing. Always throwing things. Got enough drafts of this th-? ::reads some of the pages::
Lovely, but I think compromising photos of the appropriate people in 'questionable' situations would go much farther than logic and thinly-veiled threats. Don't you?
::Lobs DVD-RW's in Kiri's general direction::
Way ahead of you, my sweet!
OWWWWWW... those hurt! ::puts one in and hits play::
AHHHH! My eyes! My eyes!
::runs off::
::Tony watches a bit longer before realizing he shouldn't enjoy it and chases after Kiri::
Well? Can you say YATZI!!!!!
::soft whimpering noises are coming from Kiri's private lab::
My eyes... my eyes... I want to pluck them out and wash them. Ugh.
No man THAT LARGE should try to engage in... in... that... with those.... ugh... I may sear of sex forever. Wah!!!!
Piffles! You'll never swear off sex, you're not insane!
You're right. But that guy needs to be fed to Blobby. Now. Or least ordered to stay out of visual range of me under penalty of being made into the ugliest eunuch in history.
Now, where's TOny hiding? And how? That armor is huge. Armor....
::stares of into space drooling::
Ummm, can't feed him to Blobby! How the frilly heck are we gonna be able to blackmail him when he's turned into sludge? Huh? Wanna tell me?
Ok, ok... he's probably full of all sorts of chemicals anyway. Just tell Jabba the Butt to stay away from me. Or... or...
Oh, heck. Just tell him to stay away.
::pouts in the corner::
Puhleezeee... As if he even knows where we are holed up, or even who we are!
Fine, okay. Still fighting the urge to scrub my eyeballs in bleach.
Tony! Get back in that engineering lab! Kiri wants power armor!
::chases Tony back into the lab:: With big nasty lasers and... and... I wanna fly... and... oh... can I get mine in purple and black? That'd be wicked!
I'd like violet and black, myself... But I want a more feminine design, otherwise my boobs are gonna be in a world of hurt...
Er.. yeah... that should go without needing to be said.
Er.. Tony? ::runs off into lab::
I'll leave that in your hands, then. You know my measurements well enough to buy a bar-wench costume with me in mind...
::Turns back to the simmering cauldron::
Ahhhhh...
::Takes a deep whiff::
Smells just right, just a few more hours...
Measurements? Right, got those. Had to smack a couple of the goons to get my notebook back, but yeah... I got them.
Let's see bar-wench... fully-functional power armor...
Oh, and proper business suits for the 'official' business meetings. Must look professional while taking over small countries, eh?
I prefer my skirts long, remember? Pencil fashion if need be, but I'd rather have the fishtail fashion... and long!
Of course, of course... ::makes notes on the paper:: Me? I want dress slacks.
::ears perk up as Tony mutters something under his breath::
No, no. Neither of us need armor under our dress suits. People don't tend to shot at us. You? Yes. Us? No. Not the heroes, remember?
::sighs:: Silly heroes.
Still not too keen on the idea of having a brooding, pesky hero-type wandering around the compound...
::from behind the weld-shut doors to Kiri's lab::
"It's okay... he thinks villainesses are hot!"
And redeemable.
::three second pause::
LOLOLOLOLOLOL
Oye vey. And I'm not even Jewish...
What color sky is it on his planet? Oh well, pesky hero-types tend to be gullible... and stupid!
::Hands Kiri a new aerosol can. Here ya go, it's been tested and approved for use. One spray a day, and he's your obedient slave!
K! ::Eyes Tony... Tony eyes the can and runs away::
Teehee! I like this game. ::runs after him waving the can over her head:: Come on, Tony! It won't hurt! I promise! No crazy sex toys either! Unless you insist... Come on, slow down. No fair. You run faster than me.
::Kiri rounds the far corner chasing him::
::goons start snickering::
::Dusts off hands::
I do what I can to up the morale around here, humor is always the safest bet!
::Sweeps back into her lab, cauldron quietly simmering, releasing small plumes of pale violet smoke::
Almost ready...
Ma'am? ::nameless goon - semi-cute::
Er... the guard playing fetch with Blobby? Er... Blobby got a little affectionate and er... well, you need a new guard, ma'am. Er... pretty steam?
Frilly Heck! KIRI!!! Your farkin Blobby pet ate his keeper, did you get his nogging copied into a crystal? Any bodies ready from the cloning doohickey? KIRI???
::Storms out of her lab::
Now, where did they get to?
::Shooes semi-cute goon into the lab::
You watch that cauldron! If it bubbles, turn down the heat. We want it simmering, not boiling, geddit?
Er... yes. ma'am. Seems she got her proto=type armor working... Chased the other power suit out of her lab and I think she's trying... to... um... I'm sorry, ma'am. I don't wanna think about what she's trying to do but that Stark fellow sure is arguin' about improper connections. An' I don't wanna think about it anymore...
Er... did Kiri add anythin' to the pot? Cause it's simmerin' and all but I swear I saw something floatin' in there.
Nah, it's supposed to be there, for extra strength. I plopped it in just before you came knocking. Now I've got a wayward Kiri to hunt down!
::Tony's hovering outside Kiri's lab::
She's pissed 'cause she wrecked her armor. If she hadn't been trying a loop-d-loop, she'd have been fine... for about five minutes.
::knocks on the door again::
You gonna let me in to help?
::the language that comes from behind the sealed door is not printable, civil or even physically possible::
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