As I’ve mentioned before, I work with men. Usually, there are only three in my office, then there are four who spend most of their days either in fields, or in the shop. Right now we have extra men roaming the property because they’re adding onto one of our storage facilities. There are about six of these guys. The men who don’t work directly in the office building, still manage to come in frequently for breaks or whatnot (the bathroom is in here, as well as the vending machines).
One of my office co-workers has this.
Yesterday, he decided to be funny. The manager in charge of the new construction was in the office making some phone calls. I and my “roommate” (what I call the guy who shares my space) , and this jokester put the “noisy” part of this toy in our office. Then, he proceeded to remotely activate it while sitting across the building in his office. We have big glass windows between the three offices, so we can see each other. I can’t see the guy making the phone calls, but the others can… they say he keeps looking at our office with a puzzled look on his face. We’re biting our tongues trying not to bust out laughing. Then…the “roommate” leaves the building! Yeah, you know what’s coming next… ppppffffftttt….!
They figure when this guy got off the phone he probably went outside and said, “I don’t know HOW those guys can stand to be in the office with that woman! She was farting up a STORM!”
About 5 minutes ago the plant manager (the one with the toy) put it in his pocket and he and my “roommate”were going to go out and just walk through the construction… and he was going to bend over and let ‘er rip… maybe now they won’t think it’s ME anymore…! Then again…
Oh. My. God. I can’t believe it. I missed it. Me. The Queen of the Calendars. The Appointment Diva. The “One Who Remembers Your Birthday When You Don’t“.
I missed my blog-versary! A year ago, August 26, I started this journey into cyberspace. A year. That’s longer than I’ve stuck by almost any
diet thing in my life (excluding kids and Hubby, of course!) As with you, this space as evolved…most of you now intimately familiar with my family and extended family and ex-tended family. Some of you originally thought it seemed sappy and sentimental and have since learned although I am sappy and sentimental, I’m also bitter and bitchy and sarcastic and oh-so-wise-beyond-my-years. (Just checking to see if you were still here.)
We’ve gone back and forth with tales of critters and grandcritters and children and grandchild and gardens and weather and crisis and contentment. What a hodgepodge a year makes! I started this mostly for myself… a kind of on-line secret diary that I figured no one in my real life would ever find. Silly me. I forgot I have friends like bloodhounds and one daughter who is my clone. Still, I’ve prided myself on trying not to let that deter what I say or how I say it. I figure they know me well enough to let the fur fly where it may.
Ironically enough, I’m not a people-person in real life, but in this media I’ve found I enjoy hearing from others and reading about others’ lives. I enjoy the validation I get in comments and e-mails that my opinion does matter and gee…someone besides me “gets” my MIL. That we all have co-workers that are disgusting or we can commiserate when a mommy has to go back to work or cheer when someone has a beautiful friendship blossom into a relationship. Although we all walk on tip-toes when it comes to discussing co-workers, some of us have paid the ultimate price for this honesty. To share in another’s unbounded joy or someone’s heartbreak. A blessing in disguise? A warning? Or just a chance for us to send out virtual hugs…? I’ve found people I consider friends, although I’ve never met them. Some of them almost a spiritual twining. I’ve seen pictures of people young enough to be my kids, with kids of their own. I’ve had contact with people from coast to coast and listened to some of the bravest, most honest (and sometimes disturbing ) stories from some of the most talented writers I’ve ever had the privilege to read. Some people I’ve just found and I know as time goes on I’ll find more. I’m just having so much fun sharing your lives and your stories. I want to thank you.
Wow. A year. Those of you with kids or debilitating illness can understand how quickly that can go by. I can’t believe I’ve been sitting here spitting all this out into cyberspace like some three-day-old undercooked chicken. You’d think it would end sometime, huh? Lucky for you… I’ve still got words.