lykomancer: (Zuko Drama and WTFry)
So a few weeks ago, my scary-awesome manager Toni and I got into a discussion about books. Then, because I read a lot, she asked me about Cassie Claire's City of Bones series. I laughed and explained why I won't read them, which didn't help her. She was more concerned by the implied incest at the end of the first book, and wanted to know if it was real/continued as a incestuous romance. (It isn't really incest.) We got to talking about this, and I mentioned that incest is a fairly common kink and that the internet is chock-full of incestuous fanfic and people who dig that.

Her mind = blown.
Also, I think she assumed that I only knew this because it was a kink of mine. LOL.

Fast forward to today, and I helped out a guy who needed a new printer-- primarily for printing and copying stuff for his Pathfinder campaign. So when Toni asked about the sale, I mentioned this. She had no idea what tabletop gaming was, so I found myself explaining D&D/tabletop gaming. And then LARPing. And then the differences between LARPing and cosplay.

So when I come in from a smoke break, I find all three managers-- Toni, Eric, and Megan-- staring at me as I walk through the doors. Turns out, they were discussing all the odd things I talk about...which went downhill, since I mentioned MLP fandom, clopfic, furries, 'looners, and crush videos.

I'm pretty sure they all think I'm entertaining, but epically fucked up now.

Really, isn't some of this stuff now considered common knowledge among those younger than say, 30 or so with an internet connection?
lykomancer: (Sword Dancer)
I think I weirded out a coworker yesterday. He was talking about some films he has to watch for class. I asked, "What titles?" and he responded, "Ma Vie En Rose or something like that." I then proceeded to squee, "I love that movie!"

I'm pretty sure he thought I was joking, and I so wasn't.


So I've been at OfficeMax for over three months now. Things are going fairly well. I have some issues with management-- occasionally they get it into their heads to tell us to do three different things at the same time-- but it's short-term, minor annoyances. My coworkers are a lively bunch, overall, and I get along well with most of them.


There is one woman that I just roll my eyes at. Kristie's four years older than me and she's... How to put this? Gone full-on adult-mode power wife. I highly doubt anyone would put us in the same age bracket: she's tanned (and with the beginnings of skin damage from tanning) and covered in make-up, with high-lights in her hair-- she looks like a woman trying too hard, in my opinion. Her main hobbies seem to be her family, her daughter's softball, and working.

She seems to really hate my casual intelligence. (That sounds like braggadocio, I know.) She gets snippy and mocking when I talk about learning languages, for example. Another coworker is an immigrant from Somalia (he's lived here for eight years), and he's been half-assedly teaching me Somali-- some casual phrases, that sort of stuff. Last night he was showing me Arabic writing, and Kristie was just, "That's not a word! That's just a bunch of lines and dots. It's a smiley face! That isn't a word!" until I finally wrote a few words in English, pointed at them, as said, "Do you think those lines and dots are words? It's no different."

And she calls herself "old" a lot. Which is primarily annoying because she's only four years older than me. If she's old, I'm old. And I am not old.
She has these strict lines on what she will or will not do based on some arbitrary age limit or something. Sports are okay, but climbing trees is something she's too old for. Things like that. She's just so...stick-in-the-mud. Of course, I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm off my rocker.


Everyone else is fun to work with, and by now I feel comfortable selling and all that. Store manager's already considering promoting me.

ALSO:

Jun. 11th, 2007 06:46 pm
lykomancer: (Point and laugh)
Since I am being spammy at the moment...

At work today, Sean and I came up with the computer generation/geek update of the old "Yo' Mama so fat..." joke.

It starts-- it always starts-- with, "Your mother's like the internet..."

"...she indiscriminately spreads viruses to everyone connected to her."
"...at any given point, somewhere in the world there's a teenage boy beating off to her."
"...if she's unsecured, any Joe Shmoe on the street can ride her for free."
"...she delivers porn on demand."
"...Al Gore claims to have created her."
"...when I have free time, I'm always playing on her."
"...full of false information and kind of slow on the upload."

Etc.

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Yep, fuck. I broke half of my first molar off last night. D:
Which actually doesn't really bother me all that much in and of itself. I mean, it's not like it hurts and I can still eat.
But it's breaking off at gum-level, which means that the roots are still embedded. D: D:
So tomorrow, Lyko's going to try calling some of the dentists in the Metro with sliding fees and free services, because it seriously can't be put off anymore.
This is going to be a) terrifying, b) painful, and c) expensive no matter what.
Fuuuuuuuck.

But other than that, yesterday was another good day at work.
I got two of phone numbers-- Jinya's and Krista's-- since "we need to hang out sometime", which gives me the warm fuzzies.
I managed to make Chris from cafe blush like a girl on our first breaks by playing/psuedo-flirting with him. (...he said that he tasted like he was 21. I raised a brow and grinned and went, "Oh, really? Taste yourself often?" and off we went down into the gutter.)
We decided that we need to have cage matches. That'd be awesome.

Anyway. Got to run.

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