winkgirl4's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Cold is God's way of telling us to burn more Catholics.\" Holy mother of...??? Now I think I've seen everything! (Actually, that's not true. I have, in fact, never seen midget porn, but I digress.) Have the toy companies really diversified this much that they are reaching this kind of market? Wow. I'm floored. Not in a bad way, mind you. It's just so...(should I used the word "creepy"? Is that appropriate for religion-based toys?) While I followed the whole Sodom and Gomorrah Lego story line a couple things peaked my interest: First, is it just me or did anyone else notice that when the townsfolk came to Lot's house to demand sex from the angels, didn't the leader of the mob look a LOT like Lieutenant Commander Scotty from Star Trek? And I can't be entirely sure but, just to his right, isn't that Fat-Era Elvis? Or, maybe, it's Yu-Gi-Oh!. I don't know. But, in all my years of attending Sunday school, I was never aware that any of them played parts in this particular biblical destruction. Then, finally, after the rain of brimstone and fire were complete and the angels were leading Lot and his family to safety, is it wrong that my main thought was, "Imagine that! They make little Lego skeletons!" Now, in a (somewhat) related news story, you may find comfort- as I did- that at least some schools out there are catering to all the vocational options available to our children. And I want to make it clear that I, personally, think that it's wrong for a teacher to steal a child's dream. Who says that every child has to grow up to be a doctor or a lawyer? Lessons should be geared towards all possible career choices, don't you agree? And then, of course, whilst on the subject of thievery, we find ourselves on Day 3 of the Great Heater Heist. Now, I might have mentioned, on occasion, that I work with a group of pranksters. Apparently, we are all so good at our jobs that we have an abundant amount of time to plan and carry out a multitude of pranks. (Well done, us!) Now, these pranks come in the form of a propping cigarette-smoking, dead armadillos up on the steering wheels of new employee's cars or they can be as harmless as filling someone's glass of tea with salt. It's all in the name of fun as long as you realize that nothing is sacred. I am, good-naturedly, at the butt of a couple such, on-going schemes. One includes the ever creative decoration of my employee badge, whereas I will return to work to find that I am sporting various mustaches, beards, breast enhancements and multi-colored hairdos. This is laughed off rather easily. the badge is cleaned and the day goes on. The other (apparently hysterical) scheme is to steal the heater from under my desk and to hide it somewhere in our multi-building facility. It, then, becomes a side-splitting caper to send me on wild goose chases to various locations in an effort to find it. Oh, yes, it's VERY funny. Still, after a day, someone usually tips me off to it's secret location (for the price of some home cooked goody) and I, then, endeavor to "misplace" something belonging to the culprit. Good times. But, as I mentioned before, we are, now, nearing the end of day three and there are no confessions in sight. What's worse is that no amount of bribery will produce the necessary turncoat. The reason they find this so funny, other than the fact that I usually take the jokes well and repay the favors in turn, is that they also find it funny that I get cold so easily. While my co-workers are cranking up the AC, I am huddled close to the tiny little space heater that keeps me from chattering and shaking violently from the slightest chill. Okay,so maybe it's not that bad but I do use it through the entire year, even the heat of summer. But it's not summer. It's not even, technically, spring (though many days it does feel like it.) And, now, my good nature is waning. Every single time I instinctively reach down to turn on my little missing heater I get a little bit angrier. I think that, at this point, it's probably best that whoever took it never makes it known. I'll just order another one and be more mindful of where I store it when I leave my desk. And, of course, in even MORE related news, we are expecting snow tomorrow night. 1:06 p.m. - February 15, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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