Damn It, Now It's Stuck In My Head Again

In my professional opinion, some juicy shit is going down at work, but no one wants to let me in on it.

Poo.


Damon told me today "there's no flowers in construction" because I was wearing a sparkly pink flower in my hair.

God people in my office have horrendous grammar. If one more person ends a sentence with "at" I may have to smack them.



Evidence that I have way too much free brain time at work: I was writing a quick fic (which should be proof enough, but there's more) about Remus having an office job and being bored out of his mind (where on Earth did that plot bunny come from? I have no idea...) and Diane brought me out some work to do, which is nice cause it keeps me occupied. So I wanted to write a Diane character into Remus' story, (save his brain a little too) but I didn't want to use her real name, so I picked the next closest name that came into my head, which was Dinah.

Then, for obvious reason, I started humming "I've Been Working on the Railroad" and I got to the part that goes "Dinah won't you blow, Dinah won't you blow" and if you've known me longer than five minutes you know where I went with that.

In the song's defense, it IS a children's song, and kids don't know of any blowing beyond Dinah's horn. They're completely oblivious to what she does behind closed doors with the captain.*








*Just in case that last part went over your head:
"Can't you hear the captain shouting, Dinah blow your horn."