Not only are her posts of at least a caliber equal to that of our own, they rarely mention feces. She also seems to be the only one that interested in contest the second, possibly because she's the only one who can stand us. Eitherway, once again, I give you seashell:
Guest Post
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I wanna be a convoginator... cuz it's better than work.
..An' I Been Workin' Like a Dog
After the whole snuff-in-the-cup incident, I decided to bring my own real cup to work as many of my fellow employees have already done. It was a nice, large, hard plastic cup with little Coca-Cola caps all over it. (How cute!) Anyway, I arrived at work this morning to find in my cup a substance resembling watered-down lemonade, and in this substance grew tiny pieces of mold. Now, I vividly remember emptying my cup last Thursday, so apparently someone has been using my cup again, this time for drinking, I think.
Speaking of work, today was probably the worst day in my plant pathology career. Having two jobs was always nice because it gave me a little variety. Well, that just jumped up and bit me in the arse. I cleaned the lab the entire day. It was awful. The odor from a dirt, dust, and Mr. Clean Summer Citrus mixture simply cannot be healthy. After a bit, I was fortunate enough to switch from Summer Citrus to Ultimate Orange, which made the smell somewhat better but not nearly enough to compensate for the pounds of dust that now surely line my lungs. While cleaning the dust from the radio in the blue room, I happened to notice on the radio the name of one Eric Johnson, which made me remember the fact that the name of some certain someone's brother appeared in the rol-a-dex (sp), whereas mine did not, leading me only to assume that I am not now as important as someone's brother once was. I saw more dust today than that on all the HPS computers combined. I even had to sweep the ceilings. Spiders, their food, their webs, and everything but the ceiling itself found a place on my face. The clouds of dust that formed when I swept were so thick that I couldn't see the lab and began to think I was back at the church where I should be cleaning. I think I'd like to go back to the nematodes.
seashell
P.S. After work I convoginated, and now all is right with the world.
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I find a little after work convogination often calms me down too. If any one else is interested, you only have until this friday to get your guest posts in... that is unless we tire of this tomorrow morning and declare seashell the winner by a majority vote during the usual morning badger-bashing ritual. (it starts with donuts, and usually ends with something of Matthew's getting stuck in a floppy drive.) By the way, I wonder who this certain someone is who's brother just happens to be a flight instructor as well and was formerly employed by the experiment station... we may never know. He probably wasn't that important though... it's probably his own handwriting.
Jeff C.
