Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Tales from The Company
From across the office right behind me, I can hear our
accountant as he makes his way through the billing system. “XXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXX piece of XXXX! What the XXXX? XXXX!” A few moments of silence. “XXXX! XXXX! XXXX!” Half the time he's swearing at the computer, and
the other half he's swearing at Smirk, which is okay, because Smirk just
tells the accountant to go back to XXXX.
It's like watching a married couple.
Snippit of a conversation overheard upon entering Casa New Jersey at the end of a long day laboring over a hot computer keyboard and monitor
“Where's Wlofie?” asked one of The Kids.
“Wlofie?” I said. “Isn't he here?”
“No,” said one of The Kids, eyes wide open.
“He's not?” I said.
“Wlofie isn't with you?” said Spring, rushing into the living room, a look of horror. “You left him at Negiyo⁈”
“No,” I said. “He's outside, smoking a cigarette.”
“Gaaaaah!” said Spring. “Don't do that!”
“Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!”
