Wednesday, October 20, 2004
lost conversations part 1
I thought of posting some funny stuff from work. If Cat did a rendition of "bangag" conversations due to alcohol, this is my version but due to the inhumanly insane world we call 'work'. And also due to the fact that we're inherently insane to begin with...
***Lunchtime at Greenbelt with Tin. I was breaking in that day a new pair of ballet flats. The back of my feet (by the heel-ankle area) was getting callused with every step.
Me: Tin, I need a band-aid. I'm in pain. Let's go to First Aid later.
Tin: They don't have band-aid there. There was a time I needed some and went there but they didn't have them.
Me: Well, that's false advertising. Why are they called First Aid?
Tin: Dunno. I think it's First Aid for beauty. They only sell cosmetics.
Me: Band-aid is part of first aid! They should have it! They're lying to consumers.
This conversation is actually a lengthy one, but this is the gist. I was still in pain and I complain to Tin again.
Me: Argh. Really in pain. Tin, we need to find band-aid.
Tin: Ah, you want band-aid? I have!
Me: (in exasperation) Tiiiiin!!!
Tin: (realizing what has transpired since the first complaint) Sorry!
***My bosses are preparing for the week-long conference. Tin has just finished aligning with our little boss all the work that has to be done. Our boss attempts to boost our morale:
Lil boss: You can do it!
Girls repeat: We can do it!
Me: (singing) We can do it, we can do it, we can help our Cinderelly. We can make her dress so pretty, there's nothing to it really. We'll tie a sash around it, put a ribbon through it...
***For our little boss' birthday, an officemate (itago natin sya sa pangalang Lara), blew up two condoms and stuck them to Lil boss' cubicle wall. People just kept on touching it but then Lara warned:
Lara: H'wag nyo sya hawakan! (Don't touch them)
Us: Bakit? (Why?)
Lara: Puputok sya (It's gonna blow)
It just sounded so strange knowing what it was...
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