Log taken from a convo with a friend a few weeks ago. A worthwhile read for officeworkers and misplaced chairs everywhere.
Mai: yeah. this used to be a good chair until the adjustment got borked
Mai: ;_;
Mai: must fight the urge to secretly swap chairs
Red: hahahah
Red: who knows, maybe sombody already swapped that in. you didnt break it, it was replaced!
Red: DUN DUN DUN DUN
Mai: fffffff
Mai: o_o
Mai: hmm
Mai: HMMM
Red: the plot thickens
Mai: >:E
Red: on February the 7th, 11:57AM, you went out for lunch, during which time there was a 15 minute gap in the surveillance tape of your security office.
Red: The texture of the gum stuck under your chair changed shortly afterwards, as well as the backrest
Mai: ahahaha
Mai: (there really has to be gum stuck underneath the chair. It's like a fingerprint)
Red: LOL
Red: Mai!! That's bad. Don't you have a wastebasket?
Mai: I don't chew gum in the office!
Mai: but yeah
Mai: it's how you can identify which chair is yours, right? (aside from carvings)
Mai: "PRE AKIN YANG UPUAN, DI NAMAN JUICY FRUIT ANG CHEWING GUM NA NAKADIKIT SA UPUAN MO"
Red: hahaha
Red: yeah. real pros have judge stuck under their chairs. amateurs have to settle with bazooka joe.
Red: you can't get replacements?
Mai: I can request for one, but if it'll take a PR I'm doomed to this chair for two weeks or so
Mai: unless I can get a kind soul to swap chairs with me! (I doubt)
Red: well the kind soul does not have to know of his generosity
Mai: ahahahaha
Red: forgiveness is easier to ask than favor
Red: >:]
Mai: evil evil jet
Red: "Please let us exchange chairs because my back hurts" is a lot longer than "whoops."
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