Whoa, I am having some rather strange dreams lately… I wonder if it’s because of all the new medication the quacks have put me on since my back has been so stirred up from my new job? Whatever it is, they’ve been either particularly vivid or I’m for some reason I’m remembering them more than normal. Anyway gotta write this one down…. I found it rather amusing!
I’m walking out of the building with this guy I sometimes hang out with at work, and we’re talking away about strange or stupid callers we’ve had during the day, which is all anyone from work seems to talk about on our breaks or at the pub…. mind you there’s normally plenty of daily fodder to be had in this, so it’s not surprising! Anyway…. he’s telling me a story about a call he had taken whereupon greeting the customer the reply he received was ‘I knew someone would pick up the phone the minute I got in the bath!’ (no shit, this call actually happened earlier in the week – you couldn’t make this stuff up if you tried?!?!?!). Anyhow (I do digress), we’re leaving work chatting away about the banal and absurd things the customers do and say while you have them on the phone, and as we’re lamenting the number of ridiculous sales people selling inappropriate devices to the technically challenged, we’re walking directly across the street to a hotel. š No reference is made to this in the conversation and it’s like we’re on a predetermined course, though I have a definite feeling that it wasn’t prearranged?!?! :S
We’re still talking away about strange things that happened that day – I mention that another consultant, McDave, had the unusual task of talking an 8 year old through a centrino configuration that day because the parent couldn’t seem to understand the directions (this one too actually happened this week), as we check into said hotel. Work continues to dominate the conversation in the lift and during the process of finding the room. Neither of us have said anything about where we’re going or what we’re doing… very strange. We go into the room…. have a brief look about, and then wordlessly tear each others clothes off and f#@k like actors from a low budget R rated movie with no patience and cheesy direction….. fade out… censored for your benefit! š Afterwards, we wordlessly get dressed, leave the room, and once outside the door, the work anecdotes continue until we get to the street and go our separate ways….
How truly bizarre. š Obviously there’s been way too much flirting going on over the informal interoffice messaging medium….. might have to reassess that! Oh…. but I think it’s very positive that there were no dead floating rats in this one, so hopefully I don’t need therapy after all…..
Just sex!!! š
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