Velouria (velouria) wrote,

Viki from Contracts

Viki from Contracts came over while I was talking to the ladies in my unit and stood waiting impatiently for me to stop and go back to my cubicle so she could begin shreiking hysterically about how she'd been proposed to over the weekend.

"LOOK AT THIS RING! WOULD YOU DIE!?" she screamed, thundering up and down in the air with them, "I thought he'd hurt himself in the marathon, but he WAS ON ONE KNEE TO PROPOSE!"

Would you die? I thought as I pantomimed shooting myself to Jesus Guy. He frowned.

"Be happy for her," I think he whispered.

Gay Manager appeared out of fucking nowhere and joined them squeeling and leaping around in Ring Around the Rosies. I pulled my trash can out from under my desk in case I puked and remembered I'd disposed of inedible runny Halloween potluck chili in it earlier. God damn it, now I was really going to barf.

The only good to come of this was Viki getting her head caught in the low-hanging decorative spiderweb Jewish Guy had hung everywhere. He had originally attached it to the ceiling, but was reprimanded by a passing engineer about sprinklers and fire code.

I had often wondered in my life what was more asinine than participating in a marathon. Now I know that it's proposing to Viki from Contracts afterwards. At least this had not occured on the street in front of my house where most asinine marathons seem to take place. I suppose it could have. I was too busy inside having a mental situation to be exposed, if it was.

Tags: total ass, viki from contracts, work
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