Our team at work has been enduring a project that is soul-shatteringly boring. We squabble over who gets the challenging morsels of the project, like the ones in which you get to cut (woo) and paste (weee) instead of type. So, my aggregation (there's no 'I' in team, and 'aggregation' was the best the thesaurus could do) has found little ways to keep themselves entertained.
If you are Robin, respond to the client's fourth ALL-CAPITALIZED REQUEST FOR A CROSS-HAIR GODDAMMIT A CROSS-HAIR ON THE GRAPHIC by editing the graphic to have this in place of a cross-hair:
If you are Friend 3
Do all your correspondence
In haiku format.
(Yes, even IMs. I was counting on my fingers all day to keep up.)
If you are the Master Mason Gilbert, say things like, "Miss Ellen? You drive a Mini? Really? You are so fly!" "Miss Ellen? You listen to Maroon Five? Damn girl, how fly are you!"It appears he has been duped by the clever middle-aged matronly exterior that hides my inner Beyonce.
A final aside: Master Mason Gilbert has given me the location of his cousin's Soul Food place in Memphis, and I am to visit there and say that "Little Carl" sent me there for some snoots and tails. "Little Carl" is Gilbert's family name, so it appears that we are all a little more fly than we first appear.