"Downtown Lewisporte, alive and well. Only, it's not exactly alive, or well. But it is Downtown Lewisporte..."

A quote from the McWork meeting on Tuesday, when we were asked if all the managers enforced the rules consistently. 

Kenneth: "Yeah, they do. They all always tell me to shave every time I come in."
Joan: "Don't feel bad, they tell me to shave too."

Work today was rather amusing, due to the fact that no one had had quite enough sleep. (Reasons ranged from early-riser children, to drunk'n'rowdy husbands, to vivid dreaming. I'll let you decide which one applied to me...) We were all giggly. Including the guys, which was rather disconcerting whenever you stopped to think about it. *smirks* 

There was one moment that could have gotten quite interesting- when Norman told me to shut up and go away cause I was taking all the fun out of everything- but our manager Pauline managed to keep the peace. 

The situation arose in this manner. 

As anyone who knows me knows, I tend to use archaic, unusual, large, and even subculture-specific words in general conversation. As anyone who knows me also knows, I have a difficult time letting other people's smart remarks pass without a returning smart remark of my own. If the person is quick, a delicious verbal battle usually commences. If the person is not quick (or unused to girls talking back) a confused expression is donned and the conversation dies. Norman does not seem to be one of the former group. He tries, but is severely hampered by not recognizing most of my vocabulary. At any rate, after I responded to one of his remarks, I don't remember what it was, he said that I sucked all the fun out of life because I turned everything into an educational moment. Hmmmm. I should point out here that no one else at work has yet made a negative comment about my vocabulary.  So. Norman seemed to find that observation hilarious, and he kept repeating it at intervals throughout the morning. All in a joking manner, and not mean-spirited- but still... Pauline, the manager, noticed that I wasn't grinning quite so broadly at the comments after a couple of hours. And after Norman told me to shut up and go away, she said- in his presence; "He's just intimidated by your intelligence, honey. You should get used to that." So I stopped reverting to my age ten memories of being told I talked weird, and perked right up. Norman, on the other hand, went quiet and stopped teasing me. So a crisis was averted. :P

Then after work, the family went up to the Penney's for a BBQ. The food was lovely, and the conversation was hilarious. My stomach hurt from laughing by the time dessert was brought out. Unfortunately I can't quite remember any of the quotes. They wouldn't be the same without the accent anyhow. *makes dismissive motion*