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lavandarlizard2) wrote2009-03-18 02:13 pm
lavandarlizard2) wrote2009-03-18 02:13 pm
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classrooms are for the young
At least where I am concerned. O.o Doing training for a temp job; 9.5 hour days. Those plastic stacking chairs just beat the hell out of me. >.< *sigh* I can live with that, but we also have a small group of anal-retentive spin nuts who ask questions about every tiny little thing (like 'how do we count five minutes on our payroll when the choices are 15, 30, 45 and 00?' dumbass; round up!). Instructor has to stop and explain to them, and then they have *more* questions. *headdesk* There are about four of us who are about to go zero on their asses. We only have four days to learn a ton of stuff and they won't fuckin' shut up.
So Cranky, Pissy and Bitchy have set up a gun emplacement on our table, aimed at their's. Come tomorrow, they'll be showered by flaming dust bunnies everytime they raise their hands. >_<
Heh. I have homework! ^___^ But it's *fun* homework.
Here we have some Wheels; it's short, but I've been stressed lately and using the hamsters as candles at an alarming rate. Hopefully, I will be less stressed for a while. ^___^ Not that that means more Wheels; just more something. Enjoy.
Wheels
“Hi Howie…”
“Hey kid! How ya doin’?”
“I’m fine, really. I just… um… well; the chair had a slight accident…”
“What’d I tell ya about that illegal street racin’?”
“Not me! You shoulda told the guys who hit me.”
“Someone *hit* you in the chair?!”
“No! No… It’s another one of those… protective things, Howie.”
“Kids again?”
“Um… Horses.”
“Horses?!”
“Crap. You sound like Wufei. Can we just get to the point where the chair is kind of… kinked and I need some help with it?”
“But… *you’re* okay?”
“I’m fine. Come see for yourself.”
“Damn, kid; I guess I’d better. Make up my bed; I’ll bring the tool box.”
“Thanks, Howie. You’re a prince.”
“Heh. I’ve been working on something special for ya; I’ll bring it, too.”
So Cranky, Pissy and Bitchy have set up a gun emplacement on our table, aimed at their's. Come tomorrow, they'll be showered by flaming dust bunnies everytime they raise their hands. >_<
Heh. I have homework! ^___^ But it's *fun* homework.
Here we have some Wheels; it's short, but I've been stressed lately and using the hamsters as candles at an alarming rate. Hopefully, I will be less stressed for a while. ^___^ Not that that means more Wheels; just more something. Enjoy.
Wheels
“Hi Howie…”
“Hey kid! How ya doin’?”
“I’m fine, really. I just… um… well; the chair had a slight accident…”
“What’d I tell ya about that illegal street racin’?”
“Not me! You shoulda told the guys who hit me.”
“Someone *hit* you in the chair?!”
“No! No… It’s another one of those… protective things, Howie.”
“Kids again?”
“Um… Horses.”
“Horses?!”
“Crap. You sound like Wufei. Can we just get to the point where the chair is kind of… kinked and I need some help with it?”
“But… *you’re* okay?”
“I’m fine. Come see for yourself.”
“Damn, kid; I guess I’d better. Make up my bed; I’ll bring the tool box.”
“Thanks, Howie. You’re a prince.”
“Heh. I’ve been working on something special for ya; I’ll bring it, too.”