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[bubosquared]

I seem to have quite a bit more of a Gryffindor in me than I thought.

So I'm just sitting at my desk, bored, when suddenly I hear something in the meeting room, and I see someone I'm quite sure is not one of my coworkers. I rush into the MR, and what do I see but two guys (I'm quite sure they were younger than I, actually) packing up our data projector, calm and easy.

So I run after them (stupidly not even thinking to yell for help), manage to get myself between the one with the projector and the emergency exit, and slowing him down long enough that he got seperated from his mate. He gets past me, but I grab hold of his jacket while he's on the stairs, and get the projector to my head as a reward.

Result: got the projector back, working and everything, a bump to the head, scrape on my arm and elbow, and a nice bruised and cut knee. Ow.

Note to self: Stop being a hero, bitch. Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

"Scary" isn't the word. "Stupid" is more like it. And yeah, they're expensive, but we've got insurance, yo. But yes, expensive as shit. Just the bulbs cost about €100-200, so.