Imposter!

essentially, all the weird shit that people have no idea what to do with ends up on my desk

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27 thoughts on “Imposter!

  1. You really have to learn to dumb it down a bit Kyk. You need an IN tray marked “Weird shit I plan on shredding” and then just point to it when they approach your desk with the stuff.

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  2. sarah: I’m sure the industrial psychologists have an exciting name for it.
    peas: “The” Einstein? I like that. From now on, I’m going to insist on being called The Kyknoord.
    betenoir: This, from Ms oh-please-won’t-you-help-me-hide-the-bodies Betenoir? Let’s just say I’m less than convinced.
    charmskool: What? And give away my secret to a (relatively) orderly office?
    miss M: I once dated a girl like that.
    nursemyra: Survival strategy.
    dolce: Absolu- hang on, did you just call me thick?
    gnukid: Funny, the first girl I slept with said something rather similar.

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  3. BTW … Met a guy, Clyde, yesterday from SA. I was out getting more Geocaching gear. Like you he has a gorgeous accent, which is how we got into the whole, “where are you from thing.”

    Let me just say, if I ever make it across the pond to your side of the mountain … The good old US of A will have to drag me back to Texas. Clyde says he has brothers in SA … So Kyk, pls loan me your scooter to go meet these guys!

    He was one HOT SA guy! [And married.]

    Wistful smooches,
    The Tart
    ; *

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  4. Tip for the day: if you are ever caught napping at your desk and someone walks in – just go “Amen” and carry on as usual(drooling is not recommended). Being an expert with years of experience in the pretend-you-know-what-you-are-doing field, this should be easy to pull off. Sela.

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  5. Zen and the Art of Civil Engineering.

    Who are we? What do any of us really know? How do we know that we know it? Who gives a fuck so long as they pay us to do it, whatever it is?

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  6. The Kyknoord, The Einstein insisted on having a ‘the’ in front of his name because it made him feel like one of the boys. Only when he was feeling debonair did he want a ‘Thee Einstein.’

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  7. scott: What you mean, mon? I’m a’ready minister of dis information.

    miss M: Both literally and figuratively.

    shebee: I nearly lost my keys today.

    the tart: Well okay, but don’t complain if they run away when see you on my crappy scooter.

    uncle keith: Some people are incapable of learning.

    anicker: Indeed. I’ll have to pretend that I’ve renounced atheism, though. That carries the risk that the religious types will want to talk to me in the passage.

    daisyfae: What is the sound of concrete curing?

    peas: Einstein delivered pizza?

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  8. concrete – does it ever cure? who knows what is ‘cured’? can it help with a massive hangover? am i getting paid to have this hangover? fuck the concrete. who cares?

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  9. aaah yes- like when i told my boss i’d just seen the blue screen of laptop death and he told me he’d also passed her in the passage…

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