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Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Anj Antics.

I've been meaning to write this post for a little while now, but I'm the master of procrastination, and I thought I posted this last night but I accidentally pressed the wrong button and it didn't come to be. So, I'm posting it tonight instead. As the title suggests, this is a post dedicated to my lovely friend, Anjela. From her wishes, I am going to tell you some of our antics at work, and shed some light onto the bizarre yet hilarious conversations that we have at work.

To begin with, she found it absolutely hysterical the other day to try and wipe crested gecko poop on me, fair to say I didn't share the same thoughts as she did, considering I'd already been pooped on by a different gecko. Then there's the 'water fights', which usually is one sided and I'm the one getting Anjela squirting me from all directions. In my eye, in my hair, in my face, in and around my ear, on various limbs, and on one occasion, down the back of my neck as I wrote in the diary. Mm, no feeling quite like cold water trickling down your spine under 3/4 layers of clothing!

A couple of months ago now, I had a mysterious pain in my back and around my ribs that wasn't identified. This is going somewhere, not where you might be thinking, but it's definitely going somewhere. During one little chat we were having, she decided that I must be part cockroach. Maybe in a previous life, maybe in the next life, or maybe I'm the 'chosen one' as the voice of the cockroaches at work. She then went on to justify this by saying the pain was because I was having a section of my body removed, so I could be more human like. Then because it's winter and I hadn't shaved my legs for a little while (before passing judgement, how many of you honestly try and put off shaving for as long as you can when it's bloody freezing out? Yeah, exactly, that's what I thought) this proved her case even more, because my legs were prickly. So yes, here's Captain Cockroach talking to ya.

And please, let's not forget the nickname she's also thought of for me too. I really cannot remember how I gained it, but it's stuck anyway. She calls me 'queef'. Yep. There's no light I can shed on that, because I just don't know either. On this note, we have a little warrior cry/communication call to locate the other. We simply just walk around going "cackaww". It's straightforward, and the other workers are starting to join in and reply too. We've started a trend.

Adding to that, we had another deep and meaningful conversation whilst we were watching the college cat, about how different life would be if we had the morals of a cat - and the flexibility. Like, how weird would it be if we just stopped and licked ourselves clean like they do? Just casually sitting up the dinner table, half way through eating your chicken, then lifting your leg without a care in the world and having a good ol' groom. It was hilarious at the time, but writing it down now makes it seem a little bit more disturbing.

For now, that's all I can recall right this second. But I'm sure there will be more to come, probably very soon too. Also, before passing judgement, everyone has weird conversations with their friends, and you know you do. If you don't, you're a boring person.

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