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[themusecalliope]

Let's see:

Today my coffee cup exploded. Well, not exactly. I was standing there looking at video carts when the cup part left my hand.
Luckily, my reflexes were working. I got no coffee on my clothes as I stood there with the cup handle in my hand saying "Oh My Goodness" a lot.
I only managed to clean up the shattered remains of my coffee cup, and a little of the coffee. So, I left an apologetic note for the janitor.

Then, one of my co-workers got an obscene phone call at the reference desk. What were the words to that nursery rhyme with the blackbirds in the pie? Will you sing it? [no] Well, then please repeat it so I can make sure I got it right. You have a nice voice. (heavy breathing) [Um...goodbye]

I have now finished duplicating the order lists for the new library. Next step, duplicate my reference binder.

I had pizza for dinner, but I still have a sore throat. I want soup.

I signed up for the national novel writing month thingy. I blame tessabella.

Ok, I must stop procrastinating now. I must pay bills and make with the cleaning. Four sentences and counting.
(and perhaps my sweetie will bring soup)

Comments

[eucharistcrunch.livejournal.com]

Hey, at least your co-worker didn't get a call from Bill O'Reilly--"I've got a loofa and a flafel. Shut up! I'll shut off your mike! What are you wearing?"

Obscene Callers

[keeperofquills.livejournal.com]

When I worked at Walt Disney Travel, we had this one guy who was an obscene caller and apparently we were his favorite target. The call would start normally, but by the time he had selected his hotel and his dates, he'd start in. He always started the same way: "What color toenail polish are you wearing?" Psycho!!