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Tuesday, March 28th, 2006 10:36 am
cubicle paranoia
So, the new cubicle.
I mean, it's a cubicle, and it was back to back to my old one, so everything feels reversed and generally wrong, but kind of expected that. But being on a new aisle surrounded by new people is weird in a way I did't expect. The lights seem dimmer, and the air is colder, and I swear everything smells faintly of cheese. Going down the aisle feels wrong and I'm pretty sure that the fax machine over here is evil because it doesn't make the weird but endearing chirping sounds The Other Fax Machine of My Heart made.
There's a very real possibility that I'm going to have some kind of odd cubicle related dementia set in any second now. I mean, *cheese*.
Also, people keep walking by my cubicle who I do not know who look at me and I feel kind of violated in a very strange, officey way.
Seriously, I am this close to going for coffee, and I don't *drink* coffee anymore at work due to coffee-related paranoia. This can't end well.
I mean, it's a cubicle, and it was back to back to my old one, so everything feels reversed and generally wrong, but kind of expected that. But being on a new aisle surrounded by new people is weird in a way I did't expect. The lights seem dimmer, and the air is colder, and I swear everything smells faintly of cheese. Going down the aisle feels wrong and I'm pretty sure that the fax machine over here is evil because it doesn't make the weird but endearing chirping sounds The Other Fax Machine of My Heart made.
There's a very real possibility that I'm going to have some kind of odd cubicle related dementia set in any second now. I mean, *cheese*.
Also, people keep walking by my cubicle who I do not know who look at me and I feel kind of violated in a very strange, officey way.
Seriously, I am this close to going for coffee, and I don't *drink* coffee anymore at work due to coffee-related paranoia. This can't end well.
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*snickers*
From:Rodney rolled his eyes, trying to make the gesture as obvious as possible. "No. No. I don't smell anything."
"I just..." John twitched his nose in a very rabbit-like way and took a few large sniffs. He adjusted his grip on the flight controls and looked suspiciously around the jumper. "I think I smell something."
"You don't. Trust me, you do not smell anything weird."
John said slowly, "I think I smell cheese."
"This is ridiculous," Rodney replied, hands waving. "This is a puddlejumper, just like the others. It does not smell of cheese. It does not make funny noises. It doesn't like you any less or any more than any of the others."
"It's not the one I usually fly. I'm telling you, Rodney, there's a difference. I can feel it."
"Then send Lorne a memo. Tell him next time his team can't take your jumper. Get someone to paint "Sheppard's" on it in big red letters." Rodney glared as hard as he could but John barely looked cowed. "Fly the ship, stop complaining, and let me work on these readings. Otherwise, we'll get to the planet that possibly has exciting new weapons and we won't be able to find them. Is that what you want?"
"No, but," John shrugged, "it feels wrong. And it smells of cheese."
"Shut up."
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Re: *snickers*
From:I am totally on wavelength here.
Also.
*cries laughing*
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Re: *snickers*
From:Then my work here is done.
Sometimes, I have a terrible feeling that John and I have a lot more in common than I really ever want to admit, ever.
Heh. That does explain a lot about you. And John, really.
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