A brief update: To those of you following my journals, you may know of the middle-aged asian divorcee colleague who asked me to hook her up with porn. It appears that, despite my repeatedly mocking, blaspheming against and generally pissing off any gods that may or may not exist, they've taken a shine to me as she hasn't asked me again to sort her out with some red-hot XXX action. Now, as entertaining the idea is to me of boasting about being the porno hook-up at the library where I work, I'm not really that desperate to foist pornography upon her, so I'm gonna wait and see how this thing plays out.
As for matters non-pornography-related, they continue pretty much the same as ever. Work's been quite quiet, no fistfights to break up or crazy old men to throw out. However, my boss continues to walk in on me at the most opportune moments such as:
-Whilst dancing in my chair like a lunatic to '8 Days' by Pitchshifter. He didn't see my earbud headphones and thought I was having some kind of attack.
-Whilst flipping gang-signs at my colleagues. There is a long and not-very-interesting explanation for this, suffice to say that it's all their fault. It doesn't matter though, what matters is he got me to explain to him what exactly a gang sign is.
-Wearing an oversized purple pimp hat (yes, that one right over <--there). Again, can I just say, long and boring explanation. However, combined with the gang signs, I think I may be worrying him.
In other news, the newest intake of staff seem great. One is a Wildhearts fan (woot!) even though he does look like a grown-up Harry Potter in business casual attire. Another I can hold conversations with about iPods, mp3's, and other such technical gubbins that leaves my other colleagues with a look on their face as if I had just proclaimed myself to be ruler of a small, autonomous Eastern European country. And a third used to be a goth and actually has itneresting taste in music. She frequented Slimelight quite frequently many years ago, and apparently back then it was full of quite snobby, elitist poseur goths. My, how times change eh?
As for matters non-pornography-related, they continue pretty much the same as ever. Work's been quite quiet, no fistfights to break up or crazy old men to throw out. However, my boss continues to walk in on me at the most opportune moments such as:
-Whilst dancing in my chair like a lunatic to '8 Days' by Pitchshifter. He didn't see my earbud headphones and thought I was having some kind of attack.
-Whilst flipping gang-signs at my colleagues. There is a long and not-very-interesting explanation for this, suffice to say that it's all their fault. It doesn't matter though, what matters is he got me to explain to him what exactly a gang sign is.
-Wearing an oversized purple pimp hat (yes, that one right over <--there). Again, can I just say, long and boring explanation. However, combined with the gang signs, I think I may be worrying him.
In other news, the newest intake of staff seem great. One is a Wildhearts fan (woot!) even though he does look like a grown-up Harry Potter in business casual attire. Another I can hold conversations with about iPods, mp3's, and other such technical gubbins that leaves my other colleagues with a look on their face as if I had just proclaimed myself to be ruler of a small, autonomous Eastern European country. And a third used to be a goth and actually has itneresting taste in music. She frequented Slimelight quite frequently many years ago, and apparently back then it was full of quite snobby, elitist poseur goths. My, how times change eh?
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I know. You can punish my tardiness later.
I have to say your Favourite Sexual Position is pant-wettingly funny, although personally I prefer that old staple, stabbing the luckless males eyeballs with your front door key.