PICTUREKA!!!!!!
For those of you not versed in the board game “Pictureka”, it is the word one yells when one is able to spot a picture that one has been told to spot in a maze of very poorly drawn pictures.
I just basically summarized two pages of game instructions in one run-on sentence. I’m going to send my resume to Mattel. Just think of all the trees in South America I could save when I show them my summarization skills. (I have no idea where they farm trees for game instructions. I’m guessing South America because I think I’ve seen it on the History Channel. I believe everything on the History Channel except one needs to remember what one saw in order to retell it correctly. That’s the catch. There’s always a catch.)
I’m getting to the point. Hold on to your thong…
I couldn’t find the mother-friggin menu option on this cobweb riddled blog for “new post”. Obviously I have found it now (no thanks to the History Channel) and when I did I yelled “Pictureka” because I played that game this afternoon. Anyway…
How are you? I’m fine.
I finished my third week of work. I received two inappropriate comments** and one pretty paycheck. Next week I’m hoping to get “four calling birds” so I have an entire verse to sing after “FIVE GOLDEN RINGS!”
Today I called over my verbally challenged coworker to ask her advice on something I was 99% sure she was well acquainted with because 1) I wanted to see if she could walk and 2) I was seriously stumped.
Result? Yes…she can walk. No…she didn’t know the answer so I have now come to the stunning realization that she knows less than I thought and now she knows I know she knows less than I thought so she’ll probably never walk again. It’s like The Christmas Carol in reverse.
Look at her. She’s exhausted. It’s exhausting being so damn fabulous. Then there’s the strapping lad trying to soften the blow of awesomeness-induced-fatigue (better known as AIF in the medical journals) with a small offering. As they say, good things come in small packages. Unless it’s his appendix. No one needs to see that.
Let’s immortalize that sentiment.
OH YES! I almost forgot. I made red stars up there in my post giving you all the impression that I planned on elaborating on what “inappropriate comments” I was served. Cold.
** 1) “Do you have a hot lunch date? You look nice.”
2) “I hope your boss is treating you well. Is he treating you well?
The second one doesn’t sound very inappropriate when you read it here on black and white. You’re going to have to take my word for it on that one. Just pretend I’m the History Channel.
I’m going to end with a mistake Emma made at an office picnic.
Don’t Do Croquet Tricks at Office Parties by MaggieMart
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Poor Emma.
(You can change the inside message to “and then she beat them all to death with it” because in all honesty, that’s what I typed first. I just didn’t have the guts to post that on zazzle. I know. I’m spineless.)
Have a Great Weekend!!
Love,
Mrs. P
AIF. Down south we call that “the vapors”.
I had a phone conversation with a customer this morning, and I was asked how I was.
“Awesome,” I replied. “And you?”
*silence*
“Well,” came the answer, “apparently I’m not quite as good as you.”
“Maybe I should just let you talk to *insert name of person he actually called to talk to* so I don’t make you feel so bad by flaunting my awsomeness.” I said.
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
True story.
I’m not suffering from AIF yet, but then again it’s only 9:41am. *shrug*
You just can’t leave awesomeness at home.
I know, right? It’s a burden I must bear.
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