Let us gaily tread the measure - Fortunately, I am also very good at my job.

We are having our World Ending sale at work---we're talking our pricey merchadise available at a third to a tenth of original price---so I've been a busy damn bee. Prep involved clearing the majority of our second floor to make way for bargins a-plenty.

Now, understand that our building is floored with reclaimed wood from a school gymnasium. Seeing all that gleaming surface, I just stood there, licking my lips.

"Oh god," I whispered to a co-worker, my voice an awed whisper. "It's clear for sliding."

"I know," she said, reaching for a wheeled chair. "I'll give you a push..."

"No," I said, "not, I mean---like this."

And promptly kicked off my shoes, backed up through the break room, and took a great running slide on my socked feet.

"YES," I said, giggling and panting. "THIS is what---"

And noticed our retail ops lady, visiting from corporate for sale prep, standing twenty feet away.

Fortunately, I did all this while clutching problematic stock, and covered by launching into a conversation about it. "See, the issue at hand here is..."

Retail Oppenheimer wandered over, waiting patiently while we discussed the issue. Our conversation got a little more heated, far more technical.

After a few minutes, she walked off.

"Dude," said my coworker with a relieved huff.

"I know," I said. "I'm so gonna get expelled."

In other news, Persepolis is even better than I'd hoped. If you can, see it in the theater. Well worth it.

God, I miss big screen cartoons.



In other other news, LESS THAN A WEEK TO MY BIRTHDAY. My folks wound up getting me a digital camera, because they are the sweetest of sweethearts. I am trying not to wear a nose-shaped hole in the front window from pressing against the glass... Every squeal of heavy brakes sounds like a delivery truck, a tricky bit of auditory expectation to tangle with on recycling day. The cat has presently pinned me down, which is good for achieving an inner calm and posting for livejournal, but bad for getting laundry done.

Internet, when did you become something I only tend when putting off cleaning?

ETA: EVERYTHING SOUNDS LIKE AN IDLING VAN