Okay, the next person who calls in while holding a screaming baby is getting a tubal through the phone, courtesey of my teeth. Ow, my ears!
(Thirty-one phone calls and it's not even lunchtime yet dear god I hope Dutch Guy comes back soon becasue I'm about to go off frothing at the mouth, here.)
FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK WILL PEOPLE STOP HAVING THEIR KIDS SCREAM IN MY EAR!
*twitches*
In happier news, on the occasion of Halloween, this Friday we're being invited to come to work in fancy clothes. Eeeexcellent. I'm torn on what to dress up as, though. If I can get my fake teeth to stay in, I could just put on my black dress and goth make-up and viola, instant vampire! Or I could fabricate a tail out of black cloth and I'll put on my cat ears and make-up and presto: one catgirl. Or I could find myself a green shirt and a pair of pantalons and something that can pass for arrows and go as Legolas, but that'd be too much work for the office, I think, even if I would like to see the reaction of my coworkers to boy!me. *cackle* Ah, decisions, decisions.
I do also welcome suggestions, of course.
Yeah, I got nothin'. Go read. Seriously.
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