Who wants cake?
Have I mentioned how much I like having co-workers who aren't back-stabbing cretins? I had a co-worker at the old job who took up the lively art of name-calling. One of her cubical-neighbors was Skeletor; I was Elephant. Oooh, weight jokes! (This co-worker wasn't exactly Kate Moss herself, mind you.)
She also suffered from vocal diarrhea; she'd start talking and you could never guess what she'd say next. One day she told "Skeletor" and me that she was "feral." We both gave her this weird look--like, shut up, dammit, stop saying weird shit, and get back to work. But she misinterpreted it as confusion, so she proceeded to explain what she meant by "feral":
"It's not like I was nursed by wolves, it's just that I'm not very social."
Gotcha.
Anyway, no one like that here, at least not so far as I can tell.
