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[samsom]

It was bound to happen sooner or later, what the with the ultra secret way the peeps in my office pass around the birthday cards to sign.

No one signed the birthday girl's name.

Anywhere.

So I wrote the generic 'Happy Birthday' and my name and handed it off to Charlene, the woman in the desk in front of me.

She asked me who it was for, I shrugged and said I didn't know so she signed it and passed it on.

Turns out, it was for her.

Happy Birthday, Charlene. Heh.


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In a related note, we hired a total thundering loon to be the secretary. Yesterday she built an outfit around the ring her husband had gotten her for her birthday. Well, apparently the ring screamed ballerina, because that's what she chose to wear, with a flowing, fluffy chiffon skirt to her knees, tights, and ballet shoes. With a shawl.

Today, she wore a grass skirt in honor of Charlene's birthday, because Charlene grew up in Hawaii.

Luckily, the grass kept catching under the wheels of her chair and she had to change into a pair of jeans or risk destroying her skirt.

I can only thank God our boss draws the line at coconut bras.

Comments

[lostakasha.livejournal.com]

You are too funny. I'd give anything to be a fly on the wall in your office!

thundering loon ...that is perfect. Perfect.

[samsom.livejournal.com]

I have been waiting years to use that term since Buffy uttered it in s1 (about Marcy, the invisible girl who wanted to carve Cordelia's beautiful face), but until this woman began to work for us, the occasion just never came up.