Fandom High Office, Monday, January 9th
Jan. 9th, 2012 12:28 pm"What shall we do with the drunken gremlin?"
"What shall we do with the drunken gremlin?"
"O, what shall we do with the drunken gremlin ear-ly in the mor-ning?"
Ida snagged Bob up by his feet. Head of Accounting snagged him by the ear with his teeth.
"Ho, ho and up she rises--"
"Erllaiinzhemooorning!"
Poor Bob.
"What shall we do with the drunken gremlin?"
"O, what shall we do with the drunken gremlin ear-ly in the mor-ning?"
Ida snagged Bob up by his feet. Head of Accounting snagged him by the ear with his teeth.
"Ho, ho and up she rises--"
"Erllaiinzhemooorning!"
Poor Bob.
Fandom High Office, Monday, December 12th
Dec. 12th, 2011 10:55 amThat Monday, the staffers returned to the office. They had a built-in sense of when Fandom insanity ended, and, okay, they'd been thrown off a little by the powdered sugar snow, but it was probably a lot better than the past few weeks had been.
"What did we miss?" Ida chirped cheerfully as she stepped in.
Bob turned around.
"Oh no! Our computers!"
"What did we miss?" Ida chirped cheerfully as she stepped in.
Bob turned around.
"Oh no! Our computers!"
Fandom High Office, Monday, December 5th
Dec. 5th, 2011 11:54 amThe office was a very quiet place today. It had been for weeks, in fact: the office workers, genre savvy as they were, had taken off to the most stable-sounding universe they could find the moment they'd heard about the whole mess.
All of them... except for one.
Bob the Gremlin might have had to stand on his chair just to get to the keyboard, but he was a loyalist. He... was never gonna give you up. He... was never gonna let you down. He...
...was using the other staffers' monitors for target practice. Omnom.
All of them... except for one.
Bob the Gremlin might have had to stand on his chair just to get to the keyboard, but he was a loyalist. He... was never gonna give you up. He... was never gonna let you down. He...
...was using the other staffers' monitors for target practice. Omnom.
Fandom High Office, Monday, November 21st
Nov. 21st, 2011 09:53 am"My paperwork is gone," Ida complained. "I'd just taken it home to do some late-night checkups, but when I came back from the bathroom, it just fwoosh-- it was gone! Not a trace!"
The elk nodded in a way she interpreted as understanding.
"I'm telling you, these kids on the radio, they're on to something," she continued. "Why, I haven't been able to find my keys in ages, either! And one of my snowglobes! And this morning, I didn't find my cat for at least another hour after I fed her!"
The elk nodded again. Or possibly it bobbed its head down to snack on some left-over paperwork. One of those things.
The elk nodded in a way she interpreted as understanding.
"I'm telling you, these kids on the radio, they're on to something," she continued. "Why, I haven't been able to find my keys in ages, either! And one of my snowglobes! And this morning, I didn't find my cat for at least another hour after I fed her!"
The elk nodded again. Or possibly it bobbed its head down to snack on some left-over paperwork. One of those things.
Fandom High Office, Monday, November 14th
Nov. 14th, 2011 07:21 amOn one side of the office they stood, grim-eyed but full of morals, their capes flapping behind them in a breeze seeping in from the windowsill.
On the other side of the office stood their opponents, decked out with funny ears and tight spandex and squiggly patterns on their outfits.
Both parties stared at each other across the divide.
And THEN THE CAGE CAME DOWN, with the evil death spiders and the--
"Bob, what are you doing? It's lunchtime!"
On the other side of the office stood their opponents, decked out with funny ears and tight spandex and squiggly patterns on their outfits.
Both parties stared at each other across the divide.
And THEN THE CAGE CAME DOWN, with the evil death spiders and the--
"Bob, what are you doing? It's lunchtime!"
Fandom High Office, Monday, October 31st
Oct. 31st, 2011 07:01 amEvery television in the office was on that morning. For no real reason: there weren't any special reports, no movies they wanted to watch, no reality shows they were really into.
But they'd hired some new guy that day. The New Guy.
The New Guy liked TV.
The New Guy liked all the TVs.
And so the office suffered.
But they'd hired some new guy that day. The New Guy.
The New Guy liked TV.
The New Guy liked all the TVs.
And so the office suffered.
Fandom High Office, Monday, October 24th
Oct. 24th, 2011 08:19 am"WHIPPED CREAM ALERT!"
Those turned out to be fateful words. The entire accounting office had been flooded with large quantities of whipped cream. Head of Accounting bobbed on top of it, screaming bloody murder, but no one could reach him to save him.
"Oh, no," Ida whimpered. "This is as bad as the syrup crisis of '24!"
No one had any idea what she was talking about, but they did get out the shovels.
Those turned out to be fateful words. The entire accounting office had been flooded with large quantities of whipped cream. Head of Accounting bobbed on top of it, screaming bloody murder, but no one could reach him to save him.
"Oh, no," Ida whimpered. "This is as bad as the syrup crisis of '24!"
No one had any idea what she was talking about, but they did get out the shovels.
Fandom High Office, Monday, October 3rd
Oct. 3rd, 2011 08:37 amWhy did guests always require so much paperwork? They were up to their necks in it. Ida groaned, hammering her face into a stack of 'terrified squirrel report' forms that she'd have to fill in and submit to the national squirrel union.
"Why?" she asked. "Why. Why."
"Shut up and pass me the approval stamp," Head of Accounting growled. "I am so suing this school some day."
"Why?" she asked. "Why. Why."
"Shut up and pass me the approval stamp," Head of Accounting growled. "I am so suing this school some day."
"My stomach hurts," Ida complained from the floor. "Huuuuurts. Huuuuuuuuuurts. Huuuuuurts."
"We told you not to eat foreign snack food," said Head of Accounting, floating merrily above his desk. "How can you trust anything called 'flames'?"
"I just thought it was spicy!"
"We were in a volcano!"
"Still, it's just rude!"
Sufficient to say, nobody in the office was going to be able to get to work today. Even the melk-elkoose wound up braying about it by the middle of the day.
"We told you not to eat foreign snack food," said Head of Accounting, floating merrily above his desk. "How can you trust anything called 'flames'?"
"I just thought it was spicy!"
"We were in a volcano!"
"Still, it's just rude!"
Sufficient to say, nobody in the office was going to be able to get to work today. Even the melk-elkoose wound up braying about it by the middle of the day.
"No, it was totally the Stark wedding that had the better catering," Ida argued.
"Weddings," said Head of Accounting, "and they didn't even take the differently mobile into account!"
"It was in the park!"
"You know what floating over grass feels like?!"
The moose shook his head and brayed a mournful tune. Really, life in the office didn't change much, whether it was Soap Opera Weekend or not: the drama would always be small-time, in the background, and paying only an extra's salary.
He took a gnaw out of the water cooler again just to cope with it.
"Weddings," said Head of Accounting, "and they didn't even take the differently mobile into account!"
"It was in the park!"
"You know what floating over grass feels like?!"
The moose shook his head and brayed a mournful tune. Really, life in the office didn't change much, whether it was Soap Opera Weekend or not: the drama would always be small-time, in the background, and paying only an extra's salary.
He took a gnaw out of the water cooler again just to cope with it.
Fandom HIgh Office, Monday, September 5th
Sep. 5th, 2011 07:48 am"More caffeine," Ida cried, weakly. She had her head stuck in the trash can and her hands folded over her head. "Mooooore caffeeeeeeeeine."
There wasn't a man, woman or moose in the office who really wanted to know what was going on there. But they did, patiently, all leave a mug of coffee sitting on her desk. Not for her own well-being, but just so she'd shut up.
She drank it all anyway.
There wasn't a man, woman or moose in the office who really wanted to know what was going on there. But they did, patiently, all leave a mug of coffee sitting on her desk. Not for her own well-being, but just so she'd shut up.
She drank it all anyway.
Fandom High Office, Monday, August 29th
Aug. 29th, 2011 06:37 am"Oh," said Ida, that morning. "We're back."
The staff looked up for all of five seconds, then looked back down. None of them felt like celebrating, particularly. They hadn't been able to take a vacation all summer, and they were very, very put out.
Except for the elk, who had decided to start romancing the water cooler.
The staff looked up for all of five seconds, then looked back down. None of them felt like celebrating, particularly. They hadn't been able to take a vacation all summer, and they were very, very put out.
Except for the elk, who had decided to start romancing the water cooler.
Fandom High Office, Monday, August 8th
Aug. 8th, 2011 10:01 am"There's chocolate in my hair," Ida complained. "Can we file some paperwork against the island? Leaving this stuff lying around everywhere has got to be negligent behavior."
The moose sighed. It was a very expressive sigh. He got a glare.
"And while we're in Disneyland, too. Do you have any idea of the ticket prices? Drink prices? The MUSIC?!"
She stomped through the office raving and waving her arms.
The staff thought it prudent not to point out she had chocolate stains on her behind, too.
The moose sighed. It was a very expressive sigh. He got a glare.
"And while we're in Disneyland, too. Do you have any idea of the ticket prices? Drink prices? The MUSIC?!"
She stomped through the office raving and waving her arms.
The staff thought it prudent not to point out she had chocolate stains on her behind, too.
Fandom High Office, Monday, July 11th
Jul. 11th, 2011 10:20 am"Fear of the dark! Fear of the daaark! I have this constant fear that something's always-- neeeeigh!"
The moose, the elk, and the melk-elkoose were not having the best day of it. The staff was being incredibly obnoxious about having four hooves now, as if it was something funny or abnormal, and they now had the bulk not to be overly impressed by any attempts at threat.
So the elk had decided to opt for aural terrorism instead, braying up a storm.
But now the rest of the office was retaliating.
The moose sighed. It would be a long day.
The moose, the elk, and the melk-elkoose were not having the best day of it. The staff was being incredibly obnoxious about having four hooves now, as if it was something funny or abnormal, and they now had the bulk not to be overly impressed by any attempts at threat.
So the elk had decided to opt for aural terrorism instead, braying up a storm.
But now the rest of the office was retaliating.
The moose sighed. It would be a long day.