A Post, the Equivalent of Naugahyde

...or a fake post, for those of you that don't speak man-made-upholstery.

This moment is brought to you by:

Hillary's Blog-Dammit Wake-up Calls

Just like a hotel wake-up call, but with a bit more haiku, and a LOT more swearing

Although I have lots going on in my life, I have very little in the realm of coherent thought going on. So, welcome to the first installment of.....

NAUGAHYDE FRIDAYS!!!!!

(an American version of Friday Faff)
(For this abject pilfering, H, I shall mail you the vinyl arm rail.)

In a meeting today, I was sitting behind one of the managers in R&D. He occasionally turned around to make a comment about the topic at hand. Approximately one hour into the meeting, he turned around and was met with, depending on his angle,

either this:

or this:
or this:

No, that's not Zoltan Screamface from Planet ReneeZellweggerPinchyMouth. No, no--that's me, mid "trying-to-cover-up-a-yawn-in-a-meeting"-face. You know what I mean, right? When you think you can contain a yawn by simply willing your mouth shut? After I told my co-worker, T, what had happened (because I tell her all about my stupid OT moments), she said, "Maybe next time you should just let it out and cover your mouth like a non-idiot." Okay, so she didn't say the last part, but she was most-likely thinking it. Anyhow, the manager looked a bit startled to say the least. 'Cause the beauty was held in place for like 3 horrendously long seconds while I got through the yawn. Promotion? CHECK.