Oreggano picked me up from work today for a lovely lunch of losing corndogs. Don’t get me wrong, the c-dogs (this is what Oreggano would like to call them from now on) were delicious. Unfortunately, they didn’t contain a winning stick. She bought us five c-dogs, so we were able to try and win several times – all to no avail. Totally losing.
When we returned to my office we sat and chatted in the parking lot for a bit. As we did so, several people walked in and out of the building. “I’m just going to say this, because I know people have been wondering for some time, I stay in this job because I am easily the prettiest one here,” I told Oreggano. “That may be the most awesome thing I’ve ever heard,” she replied.
ROFL stopped by my office a little while later and I shared my lunch activities with him. “I know what you mean,” he told me. “When we are in the gym downstairs we’re always pointing out ‘work hot.'” “‘Work hot?” I asked. “You know, ‘hot’ based on work standards,” he replied. “What am I?’ I asked. He smiled and walked out. Just like the c-dog, I’ll have to ‘try again’ until I get a winning response.