For the last few months my life has been ruled by coincidence. So much in fact, that I can almost foresee what is going to happen. Hell, I could sit here for an hour and list the damn mentionings and after-effects, but oh no, I will only mention one. One which involves a thread started by yourself, Ms. potato.
Ahem
Shortly after you began, “Does your boss make your blood boil?”, one of my favourite managers suddenly dissapeared by means of termination or resignation. As her replacement, we got Andrei.
Now, Andrei is the kind of guy who will call you Meeegan instead of Megan and Danny instead of Dennis. He’s the type of man to stand in front of a lobby full of people and howl for your midget - co-worker, because he can’t see her. He’s the kind of person who can make a mother of two threaten to walk out on her job after four dedicated years. He’s the kind of jackassandahalf that can make a certain mild and tolerative roo shake with frustration and want to punch him in the face. But most of all, Andrei is the kind of guy who can motivate me to get off my laze of a butt and finally look for a new job.
For this, saucy, I thank you.
Now, as for the rest of you - feel free to start threads about pet stores and lotteries. Cause really, waking up talking to myself and coming online to a thread about talking in one’s sleep, just doesn’t take advantage of this situation like it should.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
I’ve been wanting to quit my job for the longest of times, but have lacked the motivation to look for a new one.
Then, just after you started your thread a real bastard of a manager appeared out of nowhere. And sad but true, all any of us have found him good for is making us want to leave.
He’s the motivation to quit that I have been looking for.
I’m really quite sure he would have popped his swollen head out anyway, but it fit in with my string of coincidences so well that I took the liberty to feel some gratitude, and thank you.
“Organs gross me out. That’s organs, not orgasms.”
-the wallster
Did anyone else, upon reading the topic line, have a sudden image of Mrs. Potato Head from Toy Story II (who was quite saucy), holding a disembodied asshole in one hand and saying in her grating George’s-mom-from-Seinfeld voice to Roo from Winnie the Pooh, “All right, missy, get moving or I’ll touch you with this asshole!”
I have GOT to quit surfing back and forth between the Disney Channel and Quentin Tarantino movies…