Riding Broomsticks

So, we all know that I'm not normal - and this just proves it.

We had a hard, busy day at work today. Everything was insane, I worked the office by myself most of the night coz Gin (the awesome girl I work with) had to be out on the floor taking calls and placing orders for customers.

Finally, we got to the end of our shift, ordered ourselves a couple of drinks (Weak Warm latte with Baileys for me thanks) and kicked back and did our end of day stuff. No more customers to bother us, no more answering phones, no more dockets. Just count the money, and wait for Armaguard to come.

The past two weeks have been hectic, but really great - our boss hasn't been there to traumatize us and stress us out (thank the gods for annual leave!) - that's why we got to kick back. If he was there, we wouldn't have had a chance in hell of doing that. He'd still be getting us to work, even after we'd logged off (Trust me, I do not lie - I've stayed back 4 hours past knockoff time without pay coz of that asshat)

Anyway, eventually the Armaguard guy rocks up, and it's time for us to leave. Our weekend had begun.

I wandered out of the office to lock up the front door, and spy a broomstick on my way back. Anyway - remember that asshat lady I work with that cracks it over the smallest things? I'm pretty sure I've talked about her. I saw the broom. I grabbed the broom. I rode the broom up and down thru our stand cackling until Gin came out to investigate and see what I was doing.

In my best witchy voice (think of the wicked witch of the west from the Wizard of Oz) I imitated asshat lady - "I'm gonna get you fireddddddddd you didn't clean out the stapler removerrrrrrrrr" Gin just looked at me stupidly .. So I kept on going "You didn't refill my rubberband containerrrrrrrr.. you readjusted my seattt.. and you moved my monitorrrrrrr.. you're fireddddddd mwauahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

By this time, Gin had decided to join in, and she too was riding around on her broomstick, cackling and making fun of the asshat lady. We were at it for a good five minutes before we both very nearly collapsed in hysterics and tried to catch our breath.

"Thank God no one saw us" were Gin's first words after she'd caught her breath, and then we hear clapping.

We.

Got.

Busted.

*clap clap clap* "Wonderful performance girls! Now, where are my herbs?" We hadn't locked the back door to our stand, because we still had to leave (duh). How were we to know that one of our customers had organized with our fill-in boss to come and pick some herbs up on his way back to his restaurant? To top it off (and add insult to injury) I didn't recognize him. He's one of my regular customers. I serve him 3 times a week, without fail.

He wasn't wearing his glasses, and he was dressed in his chef uniform. How the hell was I meant to recognize him? Gin recognized him though. Lucky her. She only got busted acting like an idiot, not actually BEING one.

The first stupid question I ask him wasn't "how can I help you?" it was "um who're you?"

So now, not only does he think I'm retarded, but he knows it too. Lucky for me, I knew where his herbs were - that was the only thing that saved my ass from complete and utter embarassment I think.

This is me, getting busted, and the things I was saying, whilst riding my broomstick. Laugh it up. We did.