It passes the time.
Mar. 7th, 2003 04:08 pmWhile hole-punching an 800 page document with a machine that only punches about a dozen pages at a time, you can pass the time more quickly by thinking delicious and dirty thoughts. After-hours office time, spontaneous visits, flinging of paper clips, pressed against the paper cutter, all that good stuff. However, be aware that it's still 3:30 pm and your co-workers might get suspicious if you're imagination is too active.
No, my hands were busy only with handling the pages, but apparently my mind was very much elsewhere which caused some other body parts to respond. When my co-worker walked in and said hi, I jumped more than I should. Then she asked if I was okay.
"Why do you ask?" I stumbled out non-chalantly.
"Oh, you're face is all red, that's all.....Are you hot? I can't believe your hot. I'm always cold in this office."
Then she walked away.
No, my hands were busy only with handling the pages, but apparently my mind was very much elsewhere which caused some other body parts to respond. When my co-worker walked in and said hi, I jumped more than I should. Then she asked if I was okay.
"Why do you ask?" I stumbled out non-chalantly.
"Oh, you're face is all red, that's all.....Are you hot? I can't believe your hot. I'm always cold in this office."
Then she walked away.
*giggle*
Date: 2003-03-07 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-08 08:45 am (UTC)