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Some of you have heard about this, because I texted you yesterday in all caps, saying 'MOST AWKWARD PHONE CONVERSATION OF MY LIFE, MY GOD.'   Some of you have not, and it is for your sake- and for my own, and the sake of posterity- that I'm cobbling together this transcript, because it really is just that fucking bizarre.

(The scene opens.)

(Picture, if you will, a girl at work, at five o'clock on a Tuesday evening.  The girl is me, CULLY, and the work is Old Time Photo, one of those joints where you dress up in period costume and have people take faux-serious pictures of you.   CULLY is accompanied by various COWORKERS
, all hanging about by the end of the counter, mending costumes and making conversation to pass the time.)

(The phone rings.  CULLY goes to answer it.)

CULLY: Professor Bellows' Old Time Photo, how may I help you?

(A very manly voice (hereafter known as KATHERINE) sounds on the other end of the line.)

KATHERINE: Hello, my name's Katherine, and I wanted to ask you some questions.

CULLY: By all means, please do.

KATHERINE: I was wondering... if it would be possible for you to do erotic or nude photography.

it gets worse from here, trust me )

I have no clue if it was a prank call, or if it genuinely was a transsexual attempting to initiate phonesex with me whilst I was at work, but MY GOD.  Hilarious.  Awkward as fuck, but my god if it didn't just make my day.  Seriously, I cannot say that I have ever had a conversation remotely like that before, ever.  I was hysterical with laughter as I attempted to relate the story to my coworkers, all of whom had been eyeing me curiously for the duration of the conversation that they'd overheard. 

SERIOUSLY.  Wow.  Just wow.

hobbit_feets: (icons || with a really big feather)
Some of you have heard about this, because I texted you yesterday in all caps, saying 'MOST AWKWARD PHONE CONVERSATION OF MY LIFE, MY GOD.'   Some of you have not, and it is for your sake- and for my own, and the sake of posterity- that I'm cobbling together this transcript, because it really is just that fucking bizarre.

(The scene opens.)

(Picture, if you will, a girl at work, at five o'clock on a Tuesday evening.  The girl is me, CULLY, and the work is Old Time Photo, one of those joints where you dress up in period costume and have people take faux-serious pictures of you.   CULLY is accompanied by various COWORKERS
, all hanging about by the end of the counter, mending costumes and making conversation to pass the time.)

(The phone rings.  CULLY goes to answer it.)

CULLY: Professor Bellows' Old Time Photo, how may I help you?

(A very manly voice (hereafter known as KATHERINE) sounds on the other end of the line.)

KATHERINE: Hello, my name's Katherine, and I wanted to ask you some questions.

CULLY: By all means, please do.

KATHERINE: I was wondering... if it would be possible for you to do erotic or nude photography.

it gets worse from here, trust me )

I have no clue if it was a prank call, or if it genuinely was a transsexual attempting to initiate phonesex with me whilst I was at work, but MY GOD.  Hilarious.  Awkward as fuck, but my god if it didn't just make my day.  Seriously, I cannot say that I have ever had a conversation remotely like that before, ever.  I was hysterical with laughter as I attempted to relate the story to my coworkers, all of whom had been eyeing me curiously for the duration of the conversation that they'd overheard. 

SERIOUSLY.  Wow.  Just wow.

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Dear laptop,

Never, ever do that again, do you understand?  I don't care how distressed you are, offering me nothing but a blank, black screen with no Windows forthcoming even after I restart you half a dozen times is not acceptable.  Furthermore, pray do not freeze on me, so necessitating a manual restart.  Really.  Don't.  Ever.  I'm jolly glad that Safe Mode worked well enough for you to restart again with your normal capabilities, but I'd appreciate if you didn't put me under that kind of stress.  You know what a chill sort I am; hyperventilation is not something I am accustomed to.

Ta very much,

Barrett

Also!  I made myself an icon!  I have never made an icon before in my life, and I'm rather pleased by this turn of events.  The icon is of me, which, perhaps, seems a trifle vain, but I did my employee photos at work today (I work at one of those Old Time Photo places) and so I felt compelled.  It's copyright protected, of course, which makes me a horrible, horrible employee, but there we are.
hobbit_feets: (icons || with a really big feather)
Dear laptop,

Never, ever do that again, do you understand?  I don't care how distressed you are, offering me nothing but a blank, black screen with no Windows forthcoming even after I restart you half a dozen times is not acceptable.  Furthermore, pray do not freeze on me, so necessitating a manual restart.  Really.  Don't.  Ever.  I'm jolly glad that Safe Mode worked well enough for you to restart again with your normal capabilities, but I'd appreciate if you didn't put me under that kind of stress.  You know what a chill sort I am; hyperventilation is not something I am accustomed to.

Ta very much,

Barrett

Also!  I made myself an icon!  I have never made an icon before in my life, and I'm rather pleased by this turn of events.  The icon is of me, which, perhaps, seems a trifle vain, but I did my employee photos at work today (I work at one of those Old Time Photo places) and so I felt compelled.  It's copyright protected, of course, which makes me a horrible, horrible employee, but there we are.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || postmodernism)
Nngh, a disjointed five and a half hours of sleep is not precisely the ideal for going in to a job interview.  Of course, this is entirely my fault, as I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep before three thirty in the morning, but even so.  Went to sleep late (or early?), had to get up at seven to assume parental duties and make sure my brother was able to get himself up and off to school, took a shower, and then set my alarm for ten, and zonked out again.  Ten o'clock rolled around far too quickly for my tastes, but seeing as I have an interview at one, I had to be up to give myself time to wake up properly before I catch the bus.  About an hour now before I go strolling out ye olde front door, and I am taking that time to troll about on the internet, and magically hope that my hair dries properly before then.  It shan't, of course, for it is a diva and requires at least five hours to dry properly.

Wish me luck with the whole employment nonsense?

Also, just to keep count- ten days into SPARTA's next campaign, and I am on a grand total of 3,648 words.  This means I am 1,352 words behind where I ought to be, which is shameful.  Clearly I am a bad Spartan.  However, I do have a specific fic that I'm working on (my Delgado/Eleven unintentional epic, which really needs at least a working title that I can refer to it by), so today I shall try for double my required wordcount on that.  1,000 words?  Easy!  Especially when I have at least two conversational scenes and a sex scene to write.   Not to mention any little edity changes to the rest that need doing.
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || postmodernism)
Nngh, a disjointed five and a half hours of sleep is not precisely the ideal for going in to a job interview.  Of course, this is entirely my fault, as I couldn't bring myself to go to sleep before three thirty in the morning, but even so.  Went to sleep late (or early?), had to get up at seven to assume parental duties and make sure my brother was able to get himself up and off to school, took a shower, and then set my alarm for ten, and zonked out again.  Ten o'clock rolled around far too quickly for my tastes, but seeing as I have an interview at one, I had to be up to give myself time to wake up properly before I catch the bus.  About an hour now before I go strolling out ye olde front door, and I am taking that time to troll about on the internet, and magically hope that my hair dries properly before then.  It shan't, of course, for it is a diva and requires at least five hours to dry properly.

Wish me luck with the whole employment nonsense?

Also, just to keep count- ten days into SPARTA's next campaign, and I am on a grand total of 3,648 words.  This means I am 1,352 words behind where I ought to be, which is shameful.  Clearly I am a bad Spartan.  However, I do have a specific fic that I'm working on (my Delgado/Eleven unintentional epic, which really needs at least a working title that I can refer to it by), so today I shall try for double my required wordcount on that.  1,000 words?  Easy!  Especially when I have at least two conversational scenes and a sex scene to write.   Not to mention any little edity changes to the rest that need doing.
hobbit_feets: (dw || iz brilliant)
The other day at work, I served a woman named Donna Noble.  I confess, it was difficult not to giggle when I took her credit card and saw the name on it.  I did give her a very warm smile indeed, however, when I gave her her blizzard.  I hope she wasn't creeped out.
hobbit_feets: (dw || iz brilliant)
The other day at work, I served a woman named Donna Noble.  I confess, it was difficult not to giggle when I took her credit card and saw the name on it.  I did give her a very warm smile indeed, however, when I gave her her blizzard.  I hope she wasn't creeped out.
hobbit_feets: (Harder)
I have a job!  Bloody fucking yeah.  Granted, it's probably a crap little job, it's at a Dairy Queen, but I am not at all fussed, because I have a job, and this means that in four days time, I'm fucking going to England!

*rejoices like a mad thing*
hobbit_feets: (Harder)
I have a job!  Bloody fucking yeah.  Granted, it's probably a crap little job, it's at a Dairy Queen, but I am not at all fussed, because I have a job, and this means that in four days time, I'm fucking going to England!

*rejoices like a mad thing*
hobbit_feets: (Fry and Laurie)
This Sunday, I got my first paycheck.  I'm into that, really, it's quite groovy.  

And now, rather predictably, I have yet another fic that I've written.  I did it in Br. David today and I've only just posted it.  Quite short, another Stephen/Hugh, centring on a rather bizarre metaphor comparing the two of them to Dr. Faustus and Mephistopheles.  Bugger me sideways, but my mind does work in strange ways.

http://community.livejournal.com/fryandorlaurie/313452.html#cutid1

Also, I seem to be stuck talking in an Australian accent.  A rather bad one at that; I sound a bit like one of the Bruces from Monty Python.

Four days left of school...
hobbit_feets: (Fry and Laurie)
This Sunday, I got my first paycheck.  I'm into that, really, it's quite groovy.  

And now, rather predictably, I have yet another fic that I've written.  I did it in Br. David today and I've only just posted it.  Quite short, another Stephen/Hugh, centring on a rather bizarre metaphor comparing the two of them to Dr. Faustus and Mephistopheles.  Bugger me sideways, but my mind does work in strange ways.

http://community.livejournal.com/fryandorlaurie/313452.html#cutid1

Also, I seem to be stuck talking in an Australian accent.  A rather bad one at that; I sound a bit like one of the Bruces from Monty Python.

Four days left of school...
hobbit_feets: (Jesus)

I now officially have a job!  I bus tables at the Grandview Grille- Saturday was my first day at work, and I must say it went rather well.  At least, I think so.  It gets horribly hot back near the kitchen, and there are awkward periods of hovering about, waiting for people to vacate their tables or need something, but it's a busy job, so it goes fast, in the main.   Michael Theil works there, which is extremely odd.  And let me tell you, I have some extremely attractive co-workers, mainly a bloke named Paul- blessed with green eyes, sandy, blonde-red hair, a million watt smile, and a knack for witty comments at the best of times, and a girl named Mandi- short and slender, with short hair dyed in streaks of black and silver, dramatic features, a few well-placed piercings, and gorgeously smooth and tanned skin.  Yummy.  

Also, I went to go see Spider-Man 3!

***Spoilers under cut***

 

hobbit_feets: (Jesus)

I now officially have a job!  I bus tables at the Grandview Grille- Saturday was my first day at work, and I must say it went rather well.  At least, I think so.  It gets horribly hot back near the kitchen, and there are awkward periods of hovering about, waiting for people to vacate their tables or need something, but it's a busy job, so it goes fast, in the main.   Michael Theil works there, which is extremely odd.  And let me tell you, I have some extremely attractive co-workers, mainly a bloke named Paul- blessed with green eyes, sandy, blonde-red hair, a million watt smile, and a knack for witty comments at the best of times, and a girl named Mandi- short and slender, with short hair dyed in streaks of black and silver, dramatic features, a few well-placed piercings, and gorgeously smooth and tanned skin.  Yummy.  

Also, I went to go see Spider-Man 3!

***Spoilers under cut***

 

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