Parallel officeverse
I went out for a 10 minute walk to get some feeling back into my feet (my lovely sandals are totally weather appropriate, but a little cold in my arctic office). When I got on the elevator to come back, I pressed 17, for my floor. The guy with me pressed 34. We got to 17, and I started to take a step out, and I realized that the carpet was blue. Our carpet is beige. I looked up - the elevator says it's 17. I looked out - I had no idea where I was, but it wasn't 17. The guy in the elevator looked at me funny. I explained that despite all indications to the contrary, that wasn't 17. We rode up to 34. It was indeed 34 and he got off. I rode back down to 17, visions of not being able to get back to my office because the elevator no longer goes there flashing through my brain. The doors opened. Beige carpet. Thank goodness.
So where the hell was I?
So where the hell was I?
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(Anonymous) 2006-06-22 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
Although if it really was a parallel officeverse, then the parallel Chuckro and my parallel friends and my parallel family might not be nearly as cool as they are in this universe. And I'd rather not risk losing what I've got.
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And will some day have a Ph.D. in quantum physics (so might be able to better explain this sort of thing), just like The Cookie. A dream come true.
(The Cookie, by the way, seems like it no longer gives endless awesome quotes with the words "the cookie" substitued in at appropriate points. But you may remember it. The quote I'm referring to was "The Cookie has a Ph.D. in quantum physics. You will henceforth refer to The Cookie as 'Dr. The Cookie'."
Another really classy one was "The Cookie does not need to backflip. He kills people with his mind.")
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