Friday, April 3, 2009

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.....

(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.