I think it frightens my co-workers when I get up and walk down the aisles. Never fails, I get up and meander down the carpeted halls - Why - there are people in here - I'm not alooooooooooone! I think to myself as I mosey along. They stop and stare when they see me as if to say: "Holy shitmuffins, she has legs! It's alive! Aliiiiiiiiiiive!"
One of these days I'm going to run through the office, legs flailing, arms waving and screaming at the top of my lungs: "I am NOT a receptionist! I foooooooled you! DUMBASSES!"
Until then, I will continue to freak them out with my ability to walk and talk simultaneously. I may even chew gum as well...
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